“The museum was nice…” he answered, trying to be nonchalant about it. He was supposed to be acting cool and collected but how could he not gush about how much fun he had in London? “It was almost exactly like they described it in the books. The fireplace, the furniture, Holmes’ work desk and all his notes… they put a lot of work into the details. It’s pretty astounding.”
He followed after him with a bit of a bounce in his step, waving at the waitress in greeting before taking a seat where he could see the door quite clearly.
“I wish I could have stayed longer actually. I barely got to see anything because there was a case at Wimbledon. I was too busy trying to stop a serial bomber to even think about sight seeing,” he ended bitterly, recalling the incident that had cut down his precious vacation time.
It was cute, Hakuba was quick to admit to himself, how the other detective had finally shown a little bit of liveliness. The little spark made it easy for him to be more relaxed and open with him. Finally, they were getting somewhere.
He took a seat across from Shinichi and grinned. “I’m very glad that you got to see it, though, at any rate. Every piece of that museum is a fanatic’s dream come true. Even the inaccuracies are rife with literary quandaries to ponder over.”
The half-brit sighed, contented.
“Though, it’s rather unfortunate that you didn’t get to do much else. I suppose when you’ve only so many days for holiday, everything becomes time-sensitive. When do you think you’ll return?"