I think, upon rewatching TRF a billion months later, my favorite thing about this is that in the montage, every single other person informed of something unpleasant (the security guard/the banker/the man at the prison) spills his coffee as the situation dissolves. But Lestrade? No sir. Not only does he not lose his head because break-ins aren’t his area, but his coffee has a lid. A fucking lid, motherfucker. No unnecessary spillage for this HBIC.
Lestrade, motherfuckers. Keeping it real, keeping it clean.
That is literally the best analysis anyone’s ever done about this scene
Lestrade doesn’t mess around with his morning snack.