Holmes's appetite had three phases; there were the phase where he simply would not eat anything that was not shoved down his throat by me or Mrs. Hudson, there was the phase where he would shovel anything into his mouth and not taste it, and there was the rare phase that came after the two previous ones where he was extremely picky about what he ate.
The same comfort food always showed up in the flat during that time. It was not my trouble until Holmes proved himself as inflexible as his brother in some matters.
"It's the principal of the thing, Watson!" His pipe emitted puffs. "Simply being told is no fun!"
"I suspect it is for people with allergies, Holmes." I offered. I knew I could not quell his ranting but I could try. "You could simply not look at the insert."
"But they changed the arrangement all around! It's the best brand, and it's been the same way since I was a boy… Why go and change it now?"
"You could look at the…"
"I just said that that was no fun! It's comparable to cheating! It wastes an entire box, maybe two, doing guess and check!"
I sighed, silencing myself for my own sanity. I could not believe Holmes was so worked up over a chocolate box.