Oh, everything's quite alright. [ He says this absentmindedly, casually scanning the surroundings for a lumbering chocolate golem. Surely if chocolate Wagahai could spring to life, Sholmes had a similar aptitude. ] Yes, indeed. Nothing at all the matter.

[ He waves a finger at Gina's dog-in-progress. ] Go on. Back to work with you. Toby won't make himself.