A 221b drabble. Inspired by the prompt 'mushrooms' from my ever so faithful anonymous source.
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"Sherlock, are these mushrooms edible?"
"The ones on the top shelf?"
"There's others?"
Sherlock paused and pondered for a minute, or he may have just been reading something interesting and not listening at all. "There may well be. I expect you could eat them. Although, any nutritional value is most likely outweighed by the detrimental effects of digestion."
"Which are?" John picked up the tray and sniffed cautiously.
Without looking up from the newspaper, Sherlock casually rattled off a few. "Severe stomach cramps, diarrhoea, possible liver damage, eventual kidney failure, major destruction of blood cells. There may also be a slight hallucinogenic side effect, which I have yet to explore fully."
John set the tray down on the counter with a crash and a furious expression. Which was pointless; Sherlock was not even looking at him.
"Why are they in the fridge?!"
"It's the ideal environment. They need to remain in a chilled atmosphere until I can remove the base to grow more. They aren't quite ready."
"What if Mrs Hudson had found them? Or I hadn't asked?"
"I doubt Mrs Hudson would ever be foolish enough to take something from our refrigerator. And you... Well I suppose you would be a little poorly."
John's eyes narrowed. As soon as Sherlock tuned out again they were going straight in the bin.
R&R if you please...