I was in the kitchen eating cold leek and potato pie with a spoon, while heating some up for lunch and I heard Sherlock's voice ...


Sherlock was standing in the kitchen eating from a casserole dish with a spoon when John arrived home. John eyed him with contempt before saying, "Don't eat that cold."

Sherlock barely looked up and carried on eating.

"I went to some trouble over cooking that. Can't you at least put it on a plate and heat it up."

"What's the green stuff?"

John sighed. "Leeks - it's a leek and potato pie, so yeah, leeks."

"What are leeks?"

"They are what's in that pie - long and greenish, symbol of the Welsh nation."

"Welsh?" Sherlock sounded genuinely bemused.

"Yeah, Welsh. From Wales - small country tacked onto the West coast, making it - well - not coast ... Is there no end to your ignorance?"

"Give me thirteen salient facts about Bella Donna," Sherlock challenged.

"No!"

"And you call me ignorant! ... I don't like leeks," Sherlock whined.

"You do. You loved that leek soup last week and you asked for extra braised leeks at that dinner party we threw in the New Year."

"Well, what is it that I don't like then?"

"Can you be a bit more specific, Sherlock?"

"It's long and green."

"Cucumber?"

"No, not that."

"Asparagus then." John was exhausting possibilities.

"No, not asparagus ... what's asparagus?"

"It's long and green," John said in an exasperated tone."

"That's the one - asparagus. At least not braised."