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“Greg, what are…”
Lestrade grinned at John. “Exactly the same as you I reckon”.
“The entire Holmes clan around one dinner table enquiring as to ‘ones intentions’ is a little overpowering, yes.”
"How long do you reckon we can get away with staying here?”
“Oh I don’t reckon they’ll miss us til the cheese course.”
Now it’s just a matter of how long they can stay sitting in an air duct without one of them getting cramp in their leg.
