John chuckled. "Could I get that from you in writing..."
The wine arrived and John considered its pale golden color. He nodded his thanks to the bartender. Then, he turned back to Sam. "Typically, between cases, Sherlock sinks into a bit of a funk, and I just have to wait it out. And the more bored he becomes, the harder it is to convince him that anything is worthwhile. So, hopefully something comes along as soon as possible." He sighed and took another sip. "How are things with you?"