"I'll have a look," Ted says, grabbing his crutches and heading to the kitchen. Sherlock is indeed working, but he packed away food that needs to be refridgerated, which Ted appreciates.

He makes coffee and tea - as long as he doesn't have to drink it, he's happy to make it, no matter how much he disparages it.

"Hey Sherlock," he says, popping his head out of the kitchen. "Would you mind carrying some drinks for me?" If this is going to go on, Ted feels like he should get a thermos or something, so he can carry it himself.