"Afternoon, Sherlock." John said as the lanky detective stumbled into the sitting room, barefoot and in his robe and night clothes.
"Good morning, John." Sherlock mumbled as he dragged his hands down his face. He glanced into the kitchen where his flatmate's voice came from and immediately became more awake, dashing into the kitchen with urgent speed.
"John, what's happened?" Sherlock asked frantically as he stared around the surprisingly clean room. "Where've all my experiments gone?"
John didn't look up from what he was doing. "Your brother called, told me that the kitchen was emitting radiation."
Sherlock stared at John, uncomprehending. "So?"
John turned to look at Sherlock, his expression showing his utter non-surprise for Sherlock not understanding why radiation was a problem. "So, I cleaned." John shrugged. "Mycroft sent someone by to dispose of the radiation and now we've got a clean kitchen." He turned back to the stove.
"It was an experiment!" Sherlock started pacing, throwing his hands up into the air. "When did you have time for this anyways, it's barely six in the morning!"
John took a slight breath in, holding it for a second before letting it out in a frustrated sigh. "Clock must have stopped again."
"What was that?"
John turned around again, looking his flatmate in the face. "Sherlock, it's half past noon."
Sherlock furrowed his brow at John. "No it isn't."
John once again turned back to the stove. "Yes, it is, Sherlock."
"What is it, what are you doing?" Sherlock asked as he peered over John's shoulder.
John turned his head and glared at the detective. "I'm making eggs."
Sherlock took a step back. "Eggs? But it's half past noon."
"Oh, now you accept it." John rolled his eyes. "We finally have a clean kitchen and they were the only thing left in the fridge."
"Really? I was sure I left a jar of fingers in there…."
"Sherlock, we are NOT eating fingers."
Sherlock let out an exasperated sigh. "Fine, but it would've made a good experiment."
"Sherlock, that 's cannibalism. Would you like some eggs?"
"…..Fine."
"And how would you like them?" John asked, turning to look at his flatmate."
Sherlock looked off the side, thinking, before looking John straight in the face. "Benedict."