[Sherlock is still in the same position in the chair he took ownership of, eyes closed and fingers steepled beneath his nose. There's a plate of omelette, chips, and baked beans next to him, but he hasn't noticed.

Mrs. Hudson smiles as he comes in the kitchen and gestures to a plate with the same components on it.]

Cheese and one of those fancy meats in the omelette. There's sauce on the side table, try and get Sherlock to eat a little before you go.