Prompt: It's snowing.

Dr. John Watson was quite sure that he would rather be sitting at home, at 221B Baker Street, than out in the cold.

But then again, he thought in Sherlock's voice, where's the fun in that?

The wind was biting at his and Sherlock Holmes' faces. And, John thought bitterly, he, unlike Sherlock, had no scarf. He hadn't anticipated this type of weather.

As if hearing his jealous thoughts, but most likely reading the look on his agitated face, Sherlock smirked.

"Cold, John?"

"Remind me again why we're here."

"Investigating."

They were walking down a deserted street. Or rather, John was walking while Sherlock was gliding. He was in his element. It was quite annoying in John's opinion.

After a long pause, John spoke.

"You don't seem the least bit cold."

"No..."

"It's snowing."

"Brilliant deduction, John."

"Well let me borrow the scarf, then."

Sherlock gave John a look.

"What? I'm cold!"