"Honestly? That's the clue?" Sherlock asked as he looked up from the dash to John, arching his brow. He laughed at the idea and slid back into the car, quite amused by the entire situation. "And not even a burden, isn't that funny?" He hadn't noticed the change in how youthful he was feeling, considering he was used to having surges of happy, peppy energy anytime he figured something out.

"London, then." He said, gesturing, pointing to the spot on the map. "Straight ahead, practically." He added in, smiling ridiculously. "We'll stop for funnel cake though, right? I mean, once we're almost to the Tower of London, we'll stop for funnel cake somewhere nearby." He sort of laughed, albeit a bit nervously. Like he was worried that they wouldn't get funnel cake. "It's quite good, you know, funnel cake."