"Cooking is one thing you've managed to master in my absence, I suppose," Sherlock answered evasively. He ate when he remembered to, which was usually when he felt his stomach trying to gnaw its way out of his body. At least he wasn't saying no.

"Just consider it a trade off for the two pounds you've put on since I was here last." His smile teased, but it wasn't malicious. "But how have you been? The police haven't been bothering you again, I hope."