"Fine."

"Fine?"

"Fine."

"Sherlock..."

"John, this isn't exactly my idea of fun either."

"This was your idea."

"Says who?"

"Said you, three hours ago."

"I don't recall."

"'John, let's go to the shops, let's get a cat, let's get a brown cat'?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You bloody well do. Besides, we're not getting a brown cat."

"Why not?"

"I hate brown cats."

"Why?"

"I just do. Can we move on?"

"No."

"Sherlock..."

"Tell me why."

"I had a dream you turned into a brown cat."

"That's why you hate brown cats?"

"Yes."

"You hate me?"

"Of course not, it's just-"

"Fine."

"Fine?"

"Fine."

"Really?"

"Yes. We'll get the ginger cat."

"I thought you didn't like ginger cats."

"It's got blue eyes."

"So?"

"So I like ginger cats with blue eyes."

"Your face is a ginger cat with blue eyes."

"Very mature."

"So's your brother."