Roger James Timothy Davies (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} rogeringdavies) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
He grinned, bowing florridly at her praise. "One does one's best, Madame. One does one's best." He quirked an eyebrow at the way she quickly shut the door, calling to mind a matador quickly removing all traces of red from their clothing upon realising that the bull they were meant to kill has brought six friends and an uzi. "What's the problem? Sherlock being a pain in the arse?"
He put the wine and food down on the bench and picked his friend up, swinging her around and hugging her. "Awww," he said with a grin. "I've missed you." His grin grew wider as she relayed her plan for the evening. "That sounds perfect!"
Casually, he flicked his wand and summoned a couple of plates and wine glasses, warming the plates with a charm. "So tell me, what's new?"