Inspired by Fluehatraya.
"I can do this," Shinichi said as he picked up the box of frozen lasagna, "Preheat oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit." Shinichi glanced at his oven and nodded, "Check. Place lasagna into oven. Simple enough." Carefully, Shinichi opened the oven and placed the frozen lasagna inside. "Check," he said, closing the oven, "Bake for one hour or until golden brown."
"Hm," Shinichi said, staring at the clock, "Hmmmm...HMMMMM." The display finally changed, indicating one minute had passed. "Maybe I'll go read a book," Shinichi muttered.
"...his eyes fixed vacantly upon the corner of the ceiling, the blue smoke curling up from him, silent, motionless," Shinichi read aloud, following the words of The Man with the Twisted Lip. An excited grin formed across Shinichi's face. This is why he loved Sherlock stories; they were so realistic. It was as if he could smell the smoke!
"Hold on," Shinichi muttered, putting the book down. He shot a glance over at the kitchen. "Crap."
"What'd you bring today, Shinichi?" Ran asked, looking over at his lunch box.
"Soy sauce and rice."
