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[jumpthegun]

I'm not sure if I should take that as an insult. Other people read the paper, Alfie. They'd be out of business, otherwise.

[devoutish]

It is what it is.

Are papers as they were in my time, or have you done away with print?

[jumpthegun]

[True enough.]

A lot of them have done away with print or they do print and online. I like reading the real paper in the morning, though. Take a shower, sit down with a cuppa.

[Or he used to like doing it. He hadn't been paying much attention to anything back home outside of what was strictly necessary to appear functional to his colleagues at the surgery.]

[devoutish]

Mm, yeah. I miss baths. Proper baths - we haven't got your showerheads in houses.

[jumpthegun]

Well, if you're ever in the tunnels again, Building 208 on House's map has a tub and unlimited hot water. It's not exactly a proper bath, but it's about as close as you'll get to it here.

[devoutish]

Mm-- unlimited, really? That sounds like a proper enough bath to me.

[jumpthegun]

Needs more candles and essential oils, or at least some bath salts to be a proper bath.

[The sound of Sherlock playing his violin in the background, he doesn't add because that's just nostalgia talking.]

[devoutish]

Women's stuff. Hot water - that's all a man needs.

[jumpthegun]

Then call me a woman. I like it.

[devoutish]

What oils do you use?

[jumpthegun]

A mix, usually. Lavender, Frankincense, and Bergamot--it's a sort of citrus-y thing--they're good together for stress.

[devoutish]

Lavender.

[The most womanly scent, clearly.]

[jumpthegun]

[Now he's starting to feel embarrassed and defensive. Thanks for that, Alfie.]

You realize scents don't have a gender, right? And it's not like I come out smelling like a bouquet.

[devoutish]

I've never met a man what smelled like lavender of any sort, mate.

[jumpthegun]

Lavender hand soap is very popular in the future. Lavender air fresheners. Lavender in laundry detergent. It's not just for girls, okay?

[devoutish]

Fucking ridiculous.

[jumpthegun]

It's just a scent, Alfie. Can we move on?

[devoutish]

Yeah. No need to get worked up about it in a serious way, mate.

[jumpthegun]

[There's still a huff in John's voice.]

So, yeah. If you want a bath, you can find it in Building 208.

[devoutish]

That'd be nice.

[He doesn't sound enthusiastic, but he never does these days.]

Stop fucking sulking over the lavender.

[jumpthegun]

I'm not sulking.

[He's absolutely sulking, but tries to change the subject.]

I miss microwaves, too. You're gonna love them when they come out. Heat up food in a snap.

[devoutish]

What year?

[jumpthegun]

I think they're somewhere in the 60s? [They're not. They're further on from that for residential use, but this isn't exactly an area John knows much about.] It'll be a while, but in your ripe old age, y'know>

[devoutish]

Ah, I'll be senile by then. Nursed and cared for by my grandchildren, I expect.

[jumpthegun]

Maybe if I work out time travel, I'll bring one back for you. You'll be the talk of the town.