"Morning John." Sherlock was certainly not acting like a man who had performed an indecent act on his flatmate the previous night.
"Morning?" From the mantelpiece John could see the skull grinning at him smugly. He scowled back at it.
"Are you scowling at the Skull John?" Sherlock put a mug of tea down in front of him.
"No. Absolutely not."
"Did you sleep okay? You look a bit tired." Oh my God, Sherlock really had no idea what he had done the night before, or perhaps John had actually dreamt the whole thing. And he wasn't entirely sure which was worse.
"Yes. Fine. Slept fine. Bit of a strange dream that's all."
"Didn't involve me did it?" Sherlock smiled at him and plonked a plate of Sausage, egg and toast down in front of John. He had arranged them on the plate to make a smiley face with spiky hair and a blob of ketchup for a nose.
"I can't remember. What's this?" John prodded a sausage to make sure it was actually a sausage and not someone's finger.
"It's breakfast. You always cook. I thought you might enjoy being waited on for a change."
"Okay."
"I do know how to cook you know. I once had to watch every episode of The Naked Chef for a case. How's your sausage? "
"What?" Naked. Sausage. He was going mad. That was the only explanation. John Watson was going round the twist. Fortunately Sherlock had been distracted by his phone ringing.
"LeStrade. He's got a case for us. Well are you coming or are you going to sit there chewing sausage all day?" And really John had no decent answer for that. "I could of course take the skull, but he's nowhere near as much fun as you."
