"I don't see how this is mentally stimulating in any way." Holmes complained. "I have better things to do than to sit here and shuffle cards."

I shrugged, "It's raining outside and your idea of testing rain puddles for toxins did not sound interesting. Besides, you know what cold weather does to my shoulder."

He sighed, giving me a long look before consenting. "I guess you are right. But can't we play something else?"

"No, I like this game."

"You do not. The only reason we are playing this is because you like tormenting me."

"That too."

He grumbled something that sounded very close to a curse. "Very well, I guess it is my turn then. Do you have any sevens?"

"Go fish,"

"I'll tell you where you can go fish!" He shouted. Throwing the cards and stomping angrily over to the mantle, he lit his pipe and puffed angrily.

"It's just a game, Holmes." I said carefully.

"It's a ridiculous waste of my time." He sniffed. "I refuse to play another round of this petty twaddle." He grabbed his coat and slammed the door, muttering something about rain and scientific endeavors over senseless nonsense.

I sighed and rose to follow. In his rush, Holmes had forgotten an umbrella.