[At least he's paired with someone he finds tolerable, even if she's sometimes a little too enthusiastic for him. Arthur hadn't really liked Jane at first - he'd had no time for her for the most part - but then he'd found out she liked Conan Doyle.. and things had gone from there.

When she sits, he's half way through a mouthful of food, and coughs, then swallows it down with a gulp of pumpkin juice before he speaks.]

Bloody hell, Crocker, you don't waste any time, do you?

[He gives the egg a look.]

Right. [Cough.] Of course we do. I'm still questioning the validity of this experiment, by the way.