[Holmes is so used to people sighing when he enters a room that he doesn't take it as an insult at all. If anything, he assumes people become downcast because they're a bit envious of him. We can't all be Great Detectives!]
Oh, I don't quite know. I asked them to toss in a little bit of everything, you see!
[He sets the (pretty huge) bag of food down on the nightstand and starts taking out a few small tubs. Little bit of everything means little bit of everything. There's some stuff with potatoes and green beans, there's some meat stew, there's some pasta and then there's some elaborate seafood platter with fish and octopus. At least all the dishes are kept separate in their own tubs!]
. . . [He's hungry, but all this food in one place somehow makes him lose his appetite.]
I'll...just take the soup. [He reaches for the nearest soup of whatever. His hands shake as he tries to bring it closer to himself to actually eat it. A movement so simple, proved to be a struggle to him.]
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Oh, I don't quite know. I asked them to toss in a little bit of everything, you see!
[He sets the (pretty huge) bag of food down on the nightstand and starts taking out a few small tubs. Little bit of everything means little bit of everything. There's some stuff with potatoes and green beans, there's some meat stew, there's some pasta and then there's some elaborate seafood platter with fish and octopus. At least all the dishes are kept separate in their own tubs!]
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I'll...just take the soup. [He reaches for the nearest soup of whatever. His hands shake as he tries to bring it closer to himself to actually eat it. A movement so simple, proved to be a struggle to him.]