Charlie zips up his sandwich bag, and, as Juliet's closing her own sandwich, he holds out his arms for a hug. She gives him one. "Have a good and badge-augmented day," she tells him.

Charlie laughs. "Will do, Bells. See you tonight, and if you're going to be home after eleven, call first."

"If I'm going to be home after eleven I'll call first," Juliet agrees, almost ritually, "I will borrow Sherlock's phone if mine is dead, and I will not leave you in a panic in the wee hours of the morning ever again unless I am actually dying, cross my heart."

"Good. Love you, Bells."

"Love you, Dad."

Charlie goes, sandwiches in tow.