"I think it's about lunch time," Holmes announced firmly.
"I thought you weren't hungry," I replied, taking a seat on a strategically chosen bench. "You didn't think you would be eating until tomorrow, if I recall. What a charming view!"
"It's Regent's Park, Watson," sighed Holmes. "It hasn't changed since we spent an hour here yesterday."
I shook my head. "My dear fellow, you see, but you do not observe. Look at the leaves budding on the trees."
"I find no interest in budding leaves," Holmes insisted, and pointedly did not sit down beside me. "I thought you were hungry."
"I was, but since you're not in a mood to eat, I could sit here and enjoy the park...well, all day, really."
"I know," Holmes scowled, sounding worried. "These spring afternoons have induced in you a terrible habit of lying about in the sunshine, soliloquizing on the beauty of nature. If it's that or lunch, I choose lunch."
"Oh, don't put yourself out on my account," I replied, with calculated good humor. "I am perfectly content here. Really. Look at the geese on the serpentine!"
"I don't give a damn about geese," snapped Holmes. "If you aim to spend another afternoon observing geese I shall go mad."
"Never in this soothing atmosphere!" I declared, gesturing theatrically to the lawns and stands of trees around us.
"Does Marcini's sound good?" Holmes pressed. "I think Marcini's. You're fond of their bolognese."
"Don't tell me you're hungry after all," I taunted.
"Famished," he mocked, waving a hand. "Fading away as we speak. Now, please, let's go have lunch before you get too comfortable on that bench."
AN: Chalk up another point for Watson.