Sherlock scoffs and heads out the door. Once in the elevator to the lobby, however, he frowns. John was typically discreet about his more short term dalliances, but he wonders briefly if he's missing something.

He pushes that doubt aside and begins towards the corner deli he knows is on the opposite side of their new neighborhood. He eats up time that way, and also browses a few of the local shops, if only to ingratiate himself with locals to an extent.

Fifty five minutes later, he's back at the door, plastic bag in hand.

"I hope I don't have to knock." Perhaps they should reestablish the doorknob notice system.