"You read my mind," she says and smiles before taking another bite of crepe. "In the good way."

Not in the "deducing your darkest secrets in front of everyone" way.

And then he even admits to not being able to deduce her, which is another surprise.

"Well, that's probably because Sherlock Holmes never guesses."

She bumps his shoulder with her's playfully and smiles, echoing a statement he'd made about himself long ago when someone had implied he'd made a lucky guess about something or other.

"But I'm glad I can keep you guessing anyway. And you know I'm pretty much an open book so you can always just ask whatever you like to know."