Blurb about Mycroft Holmes and his edible dormouse, Hava:He was reading through one of the many files on his desk when Hava crawled up his leg and then up to his shoulder. She curled around the back of his neck, her fluffy tail tucking down to wrap partway around his throat as she settled down on his shoulder. "You should have asked him out."
Mycroft's hand twitched at her unexpected words. He paused his reading to look momentarily at his daemon. "What, pray tell, are you talking about, Hava?"
Hava nuzzled the corner of his jaw before she spoke. "The Detective Inspector."
That caused Mycroft to jerk and look down at her in surprise. "Hava..."
"He's nice." She stretched up to rub her nose against his. "And he can tolerate Sherlock for more than a few minutes. Patience of a saint, My, and goodness knows you need someone with mountains of patience."
Mycroft stared at his daemon for a moment longer before shaking his head and feigning a calm he did not truly feel. "Honestly, Hava, I've no interest in Detective Inspector Gregory Lestrade."
Hava made a soft chirping sound as she settled down on his shoulder. Her suddenly silence held his attention when he should have been focusing on his work. "What is it, Hava?"
She sounded far too smug when she replied. "You know his full name." Hava
is a Hebrew name meaning "life".