Thanks, Mrs. H. This is great! [Far too much, but still very nice. John hadn't realized there was quite the gnawing pit in his stomach until he takes the first bite of omelette, though. A part of him is ashamed that he has any kind of appetite after everything that's happened. The practical side of him says that he needs to eat to keep up his energy and catch the Alphabet Woman.
When he's managed to stop scarfing and eat at a reasonable pace, he picks up his plate and heads into the living room. He sits where he was before and mostly picks at his chips.]
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When he's managed to stop scarfing and eat at a reasonable pace, he picks up his plate and heads into the living room. He sits where he was before and mostly picks at his chips.]
Eat the chips, at least. You like chips.
[He's fairly certain Sherlock likes chips.]