[Sherlock didn't really care too much about money, it was one of those things that was always sort of 'there.' Now that he was here he supposed it would probably do to at least make sure he had a little.]

Did they give you a job, too? They've assigned me to be a social worker. Idiots.

[He shudders slightly. Though he disliked the idea of working with people, he probably would be able to immediately solve any case he was given without even leaving a desk. He wasn't thinking about that, however, he was too annoyed by the prospect.]

I've not tried yet, but...

[Tron? He vaguely remembered watching that as a kid.]

Perhaps. I don't suppose...

[He looked up at a dingy old microwave, it had a digital display. How was one even supposed to...? He felt absolutely stupid, if Mycroft was here he would have laughed at him, but he tried to focus on the digital display, simple enough, right?

Suddenly the microwave began wildly flickering numbers and turning on and off, beeping like mad. Whoops.]