[ lips quirking into a victorious little smirk, john crouches down and helps sherlock catalogue the rapidly deteriorating food items by tossing each of them into the bag. his item cataloguing is a bit like his mind bungalow, but he does leave it by the freezer instead of the bin. he's not completely heartless. ]
Right. Dinner's going to be crisps, bread, peanut butter or biscuits, then.
[ his shoulders sag; this is like being back at uni all over again. turning away from the kitchen, he walks back into the living room and sits down opposite the sulking detective. ]
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Right. Dinner's going to be crisps, bread, peanut butter or biscuits, then.
[ his shoulders sag; this is like being back at uni all over again. turning away from the kitchen, he walks back into the living room and sits down opposite the sulking detective. ]
You ready?