You Had Me At Sherlock

Ben knocked on the hotel door at roughly half past nine the next morning. Jo had texted him to tell him the room number and that she had been joined by Shannen and Eliza, undoubtedly recalling countless occasions where they'd plotted to kill Steven Moffat. Ben understood that sometimes. He'd thought about that a lot since he'd met Jo. It was curious to think how there was such a wall between a show and it's fandom. He'd love to cross it but how was he meant to choose who to help him across? They all were good people, quite possibly better than himself. Or not. But that was the point. How was he to know? So he chose this lot. Ben reckoned he could have done worse.
The door opened to a scene of joy and Ben grinned. The three kids were sat around a trivia set with music by the band from last night slivering tinnily out of the speakers in Jo's phone.
"Sherlock freaking Holmes!" Shannen cried.
"Yes?" Ben replied.
They crippled with laughter as Ben's brow furrowed.
"He was the answer to 'who's worst enemy was named Moriarty?' but it's nice to see you getting into the mindset," Eliza explained.
"I have to or I'd earn the title of rudest actor. I'd be ignoring like half the people that say anything to me if I didn't respond to Sherlock."
Ben sat down between Jo and Eliza, squinting to see the trivia card in Jo's hand. Something about Romans now. Ben reckoned he'd know the answer but his mind was on other things.
"Martin and I were wondering how much time you've got lying around? We had some plans and were wondering if you'd like to join us?"
"Are you serious?" Jo asked, "'cause I'm staying here for like a week."
"Of course. We're going for dinner with some Sherlock people tonight to celebrate the end of filming. I talk about you lot all the time. I think they'd like to meet you all so I can prove I'm not a paedophile."
"You had me at Sherlock," Shannen declared.j