"It's a Saturday, though." Joan argued once she heard Sherlock's sigh, "I know you don't approve of my book choice sometimes but at least they are of an intellectual and moral standpoint rather than those trashy books my sister reads. "She muttered, taking a sip of her tea and looking up at Sherlock. She adjusted her position before fully moving out of the arm chair and walking over to the desk, sitting down and booting up her laptop.
"Are you looking for anything specific?" She asked, turning her head to look at Sherlock. sometimes, he liked one sort of case over the other. He hated domestic disputes, except for Mrs. Hudson's important case, of course. He also hated anything he thought that Scotland Yard could manage to solve on its own. He also hated working with anything that might mean Anderson and Sally were present.