All was quiet in the flat, for what John was pretty sure the first time ever.
Sherlock was reading, and John was just sitting, sipping at a cuppa.
The silence was mind numbing, and he was surprised to find that he didn't like it.
Desperate for something to happen, he tried to think of topics to discuss with Sherlock. Unfortunately, he couldn't think of any that wouldn't bore Sherlock, so he just said the first thing that popped into his mind.
"Sherlock?"
Sherlock glanced up from his book momentarily, in a way that much reminded John of a cat that had been napping.
"Yes, John?"
"What's your favorite color?"
"My favorite... color?" Sherlock said, looking at John as though he were the strangest person on the planet.
"Yes." John said.
"I guess that would have to be a dark purple." Sherlock said. "Why did you want to know?"
"Just curious." John said. "You'd never told me before. Mine's orange. Why do you like purple?"
"It's a color associated with knowledge and power. It's one of the more complex colors, being a secondary instead of primary, but it's not overly so, in that it's not tertiary." Sherlock said. "A long time ago, only royalty would wear it, because cloth of that color was difficult to dye. Why do you like orange?"
John blinked. His mind blanked. He really had no reason other than he just liked it, but he couldn't tell Sherlock that.
"Well, um- The cones and rods in my eyes find orange more appealing in comparison to other colors." John blurted out.
Sherlock tried not to smile.
"So basically, you think it's pretty?" Sherlock said.
John nodded.
"Yup."
A/N: And here, is the first of many delightful one-shots featuring life at 221b. Hope you enjoyed it!