[Not even the grumpiest among them can escape a sudden calm and cheerfulness that sweeps the world. And Sherlock is actually walking outside past the stores, not saying much, looking far less disgruntled and even approachable. Anyone who has tried tenor overly greeting him is now met with a polite "Good morning." And stranger enough, even a small, genuine smile.]
[He's aware this is probably magic affecting him so, but for once, he can't bring himself to feel annoyed or indignant over this. Instead he just carries on with his walking, feeling inclined to go and get some tea. Perhaps chat with old friends...]