[John's grateful for Pokey at least allowing that Sherlock might not be a complete and utter wanker. It's more than could be hoped for, really. He just nods to that and lets the lad speak as he finally takes a bite of the pork chops.]

I tried to tell them they weren't alone in it all, at least. Zephyr, I mean. After what happened with the whole... murder 'mystery.' I talked to them a little about Sherlock... and a little about what's going on with the gods. Has anyone told you about the illness? That might well affect Zephyr, too.