[A borrowed shirt-- somewhat too short for him but also too broad in the shoulders-- and the New Feather trousers still adorn the too-thin Holmes body.

His wings flick-- a show of interest in this possible new companion-- is all that can be seen; his expression doesn't change.

He sits forward to set the strainer with tea leaves over one of the cups and pours from the kettle. The furniture needs replacing-- too plain for his tastes-- along with the walls.]

Please, have a seat.

It's refreshing to meet someone who does not regard the "Guide," written by a resident, as infallible and all-knowing.