John was making dinner for once, and Sherlock walked into the kitchen, confused at all the noise.
"What are you making?"
"Pasta." John replied. "I'm so bad at knowing when it's done. I don't really like it too al dente but I usually overcook it." He said, stirring the boiling pot.
"Throw it against the wall." Sherlock shrugged. "It's a simple test. If it sticks, it's done."
Sherlock took the fork from John's hand and lifted a good amount of spaghetti strands. There was about half of the spaghettti dripping from his fork. John expected Sherlock to take a single noodle but exclaimed when Sherlock flung the whole forkful at the wall. One or two pieces stuck to the wall while the rest slid to the ground with a splat. There was a few seconds of silence before Sherlock turned to John.
"I think I did it wrong."
"Really?" John said sarcastically.
"Only one strand."
"Yes."
Sherlock bit his lip and John stared at him. John started to giggle as he caught sight of the spaghetti lying on the floor across the room from them. Sherlock chuckled and looked back inside the pot to see that there was a mere ten noodles in the boiling pot.
"So… what are you making?"
"A call out for Chinese." John laughed.