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[So, after a hard morning of adventuring, our heroes are having a much needed rest back at the inns with their prizes. Some people may be busily chatting over the different robot parts that were found scattered across the city, but the turtles have bigger fish to fry.

Literally.

The kitchen of the Sword, Shield, and Spear is a flurry of activity and delicious smells in between Rapunzel flitting about and Mikey and Raph following after her to give basic instructions. The construction of pizza is an art after all.]

It's real easy! I mean—I don't get the dough, but the important thing to remember is dough, sauce, toppings. The dough's just to hold everything else together.

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We can talk. I just need to be back soon, so let's not go too far.

Not a problem.

[Okay, probably telling some turtles, making sure someone knows she is gone and should be back soon. Paranoia what paranoia.]

Lead the way.

[just heading for another unoccupied room. if there's a door, she closes it most of the way, but makes sure she leaves it open at least a crack, and makes sure that Rapunzel sees that.]

[Well that makes her feel a little better, but doesn't relax all the way. Keeping her hair drawn close to her, fidget fidget.]

Ask me anything you'd like. Just know that I'm going to respect Sherlock's privacy as well as yours.

[Quiet for a moment, considering]

...I don't need to know about Sherlock's life, his privacy is his, I really don't want to pry, but... It's...

[encouraging]

... But?

[Frustrated]

I don't know anything about him, or you, I'm just supposed to trust this when he's already told someone after he said he wouldn't and does he always just say things without thinking, I kept telling him to stop asking questions and he wouldn't and now this has happened and... I don't know what to do.