Holmes scowled at the heart-shaped biscuits* Mrs. Hudson had set out. "This holiday is ridiculous," he pronounced. "An excuse for romantic fools to gad about with their lovers and buy silly themed gifts."

Watson laughed. "Well, it's not the first time you've called me a romantic fool. But really, if you won't eat the biscuits, I will. And then I have a lovely evening of gadding about with my lover to attend to."

"St. Valentine was a martyr, not a lover," Holmes snapped. "Even the name is ridiculous."

Watson raised his eyebrows. "Perhaps I ought to buy you some roses?"

Holmes sighed.

*Cookies in Yankee!