[ Sherlock decides, in all of 30 seconds, that he isn't going to react to the display of magic. He's dying. Very possibly high. And, as it turns out, extraordinarily mad. Since none of this was real, why bother feeling strongly about it?
Blithely: ] Virginia tobacco leaf. If you don't like it, I'll have it back. [ Not that he can't afford more, but given the fact that they're stuck here until he properly dies, he isn't wasting a single one. ]
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Blithely: ] Virginia tobacco leaf. If you don't like it, I'll have it back. [ Not that he can't afford more, but given the fact that they're stuck here until he properly dies, he isn't wasting a single one. ]