She snuggles against him and lifts her head to kiss his cheek. She can tell the thought of how his father died upsets him, which both makes her curious and makes her feel for him. It can't be easy to hold a secret like this, especially from those who love him.

She smiles at the question. "Well. You know Sherlock is a man of simple tastes. He takes his coffee black. He's British, so he likes tea." Her smile widens playfully. "He also drinks the Chinese herbal tea I was telling you about."