Tea. Lots of it. 

He reads the paper. I tend to play the violin.

Bloody awful if you’re panicky.

Really enjoy your comment. Thank you.

Sorry.

Your sideways glance and thumb twitch says you’re not.

But his brother is a genius… Right, fine. Mycroft has the same deduction abilities I have (although he is not as advanced am I) and he used it to his ability when we were younger, which was quite nice, seeing as mine didn't develop until I was around nine or ten. He kept me our of trouble some days - creating interesting ways to stay out of my parents hair once he realized the cause of their “moods” - but that was only sometimes.

He has a horrid obsession with umbrellas, though. It doesn’t matter if they have blades hidden in them or not. He sleeps with the umbrellas more than his own boyfriend.

John? Where are you? The flat is… oh… stupid, stupid. Obvious. You’ve gone out to the baby shower for a college down at the office, hmm?

You’re too busy to respond. I see.