Research, sure. [ He licks his bottom lip and repeats, mostly to commit it to memory -- crimes in Liverpool, past week and a half. ] I can do that.

[ He could look it up on the Internet, naturally, knows that's basically Sherlock's preferred method of researching everything from the weather in Cardiff to bus plans, but since the man's asking him to do it and spreading out a newspaper, running down a comparative amount of pages is how John has worked with data since his school days, they're going to do it the analogue way. Though, he will probably have to Google the way to the library... Alternatively, he could ask the waitress. Get himself another charming round of Scouse for his efforts. Yeah.

The coffee's nicely strong, nicely hot and the scent of it's filling his nostrils as he takes another long drink, considering Sherlock's final comment. Why would whatever they're looking for in regards to Staunton be any more anonymised than the rest? Oh. Well, he can probably think up a reason or two, right? Contrary to his family dirt that was secret to exactly no one, these are people who can pay their way out of most pickles.

Eyebrows knitting together, he licks his bottom lip again and throws it out there: ]

Would look bad for his parents, I suppose, that Godfrey's got himself into trouble.