Mar 11, 2014
"I told you I'd be growing mold the earlier, hardly my fault you weren't listening." "Earlier? Sherlock, I've been with Mary since nine. We came over, decided the dresses were going to be purple-" "Lilac." "Lilac," John said through bared teeth. "And then we left for... something." "Cakes." "Right, yes, cakes," John sighed, sitting down across from Sherlock at the table. "God, they all tasted the same." Sherlock didn't reply, just looked down at his Petri dish. They were quiet for a moment; John was appreciating some quiet. But Sherlock was off, he wasn't really doing anything, just making himself look busy. "You told me once that you'd had 97% of all mold catalogued by the time you were 23. So what's this?"