“Let’s go to the riverside,” she said, realizing that Sherlock’s brain would be terribly helpful to have on holiday. They would hardly ever need to consult a map or ask directions. He had probably also catalogued the open and closing times of every potential tourist attraction and triangulated the nearest gelato place and coffee shop to each.

“And who said anything about resisting desserts on holiday? My goal is to eat as much gelato as I can - even if it’s before dinner.”

She smirked at him before going to grab a scarf and jacket out of her suitcase, knowing that the temperature would probably drop quite a bit as it got toward evening.

“I’m ready whenever you are.”