"Hmm?" he asks, not sure what she's referring to right away. He knows Sherlock doesn't cook.

"Oh, nah, I'll probably spend just as much energy telling him what to do. Besides, I'm almost done," he answers, waving it off. He rubs a bit at the back of his thigh. "I think walking around with uneven legs is giving me a little big of sciatica or something, it's no big deal."