"Over for Tea"

Sherlock and John looked around Moriarty's dining room. There were sets of chinaware, silver, and pottery in glass-fronted cabinets. At the end of the table, Moriarty had one of the sets laid out, and was waiting for them to sit down.

"Souvenirs," he said when Sherlock opened one door and began to poke around.

"From victims?"

"And some of Mam's things. She liked to collect."

"Very nice," John said, sliding into a chair. "Why did you drag us here? Literally, may I add."

Moriarty wasn't paying attention to him. His eyes were following Sherlock, who picked up a blue and white teacup.

"Ah-ah-ah," Moriarty sang. "Put that down." Sherlock half-turned towards him.

"What?" he asked. Moriarty shook his head.

"Wedgewood," he said.

What am I doing with my life? This is what happens when you watch 'The Great Game'. Why they'd be at Moriarty's place is beyond me.