John opened the fridge door and took the milk out. He took the cap off and let out a yelp.

"Sherlock!" He hollered.

His flatmate didn't respond from the living room.

John set down the milk carton and went into the living room.

"The milk is not a place for storing eyeballs." The worst thing was, it wasn't the first time it had happened. But at least this time he had noticed it before pouring any of it.

"They need to be kept moist, John." Sherlock said, not looking up from typing on his laptop.

"We can buy another carton if you're so bent on it." John said exasperatedly.

"I told you to pick another one up, but you weren't listening."

"You told me this when, exactly?" John asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, you were already out the door." Sherlock replied with infuriating nonchalance.

"I was already.. Well of course I didn't pick another one up!"

"You did put them back in the fridge, didn't you?"

"Jesus Christ, Sherlock."

There was no winning with the consulting detective.

A/N: Oh god this is so short. I've had writer's block for about the last two weeks and I ended up churning this out because I really wanted to write something to post on here. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoyed this… thing?