"It's elementary, my dear Watson." Alphard blew smoke out of his pipe as he lazily draped himself over the couch, ignoring 'Watson' and peering out the window. "Ah. It's raining once again."
Evan Rosier coughed as he swiped away the smoke from his face, glaring at the older black haired man with unamused light blue eyes. "Don't call me Watson, Alphard, and of course it's raining! We're in bloody England are we not!?"
Alphard smoked for another minute before sighing and setting down the pipe, folding his hands together and staring at his young pupil and nephew. "The fact, Watson, is that it's raining. Is the rain pouring down or is it pouring down rain? Is that man carefully entering that bank going to steal the money from it or just extremely worried about slipping? Is the oven timer about to go off now or later?"
Evan was about to answer, but the oven timer beeped just before he could. The young teenager sighed and glared at Alphard. "I hate it when you're right," he muttered.
The thirty year old let out a small grin. "It' elementary, my dear Watson. Now go get the cookies before they burn, those are for your mother-"
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