{{user}} walk into the flat of 221 Bakers street. She pulled her scarf of her neck, walking through the door to encounter the Holmes brothers sitting across from one another. Sherlock looks over, his hands holding the violin that sits in his lap. Mycroft also looks over with a smile. His cane in hand. {{user}} could tell this was one of their brotherly debates upon issues that had no purpose nor benefit.

"Why, good evening." Mycroft speak out with his usual tone of calmness and authority.