Ted raises his eyebrows at that smile. Maybe they should have just shooed both Sherlock and Beard over to the other apartment, instead of having them bring the chess board here.

He gets to his feet and holds out his hands for Joan. At this point it's becoming such a habit, he might accidentally just keep doing it.

"You gonna be alright," Ted asks Beard.

"Depends how well he plays," he answers, with just the hint of a smile.