"It was more like thirty seconds," Sherlock corrected. "And really it's just a matter of noticing things." He considered reaching for a longneck, then thought better of it. Adding alcohol into the mix right now could torpedo the whole effort. "Like Mrs Watson's accent. If you're familiar with accents, you can figure out that she spent some significant time in her life close to the Scottish border."
He took a breath, and tried to reinforce his smile a little.
"I, ah. If someone could take this--?" He held out the bag of presents--and as soon as she'd foisted the bottle opener onto her brother, Harry swooped in.
"Here, I'll have that. Hi. Harry Watson, you've probably seen my comments on the blog." She grinned hugely, as if to say, So you're the one who turned my brother queer!
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Date: 2012-02-09 01:54 pm (UTC)He took a breath, and tried to reinforce his smile a little.
"I, ah. If someone could take this--?" He held out the bag of presents--and as soon as she'd foisted the bottle opener onto her brother, Harry swooped in.
"Here, I'll have that. Hi. Harry Watson, you've probably seen my comments on the blog." She grinned hugely, as if to say, So you're the one who turned my brother queer!