"You promised me that if you didn't solve the case in three more days, then you would eat." John said. "Now guess what. It's been three days."
"But John-" Sherlock protested, but John didn't give him the time.
"You will eat what I give you, in fact, you will clean your plate." John said.
John set the plate down in front of Sherlock.
Sherlock looked at it, then wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"Is that broccoli?"
"Yes Sherlock, it is, and there is nothing you can do about it."
"Except not eat it." Sherlock said, looking up at John.
"You will."
"I won't."
"You will."
"I won't."
"You- For goodness' sake, Sherlock! This is ridiculous!"
"I don't like broccoli." Sherlock said.
"You don't like food in general, Sherlock." John said. "Sorry if I'm not all that empathetic. You will eat it, all of it, or I'll tell Lestrade that you won't be taking cases."
"But they're disgusting John!" Sherlock said. "How can you expect me to consume baby trees?!"
"They're not actually baby trees, Sherlock, you of all people should know that!"
"Doesn't mean they don't look like them." Sherlock muttered.
John walked away, throwing his hands up in the air exasperatedly.
"I share a flat with a three year old."
"Not liking broccoli actually has to do with genetics." Sherlock called from the kitchen. "People who like it are considered 'bitter-blind'. My taste buds just happen to be more sensitive to bitterness than yours. There is a scientific reason for it, John."
John groaned and walked back into the kitchen, digging into their cabinets. In the back he found one tin of carrots that he had forgot they had.
John held the tin up.
"If I swap it for this, will you eat?"
"Yes John."
A/N: So, Sherlock does not like broccoli apparently. Well, that's good I guess. More for me.