December 15: "A snowy day on the moor" (from mrspencil)
Holmes threw open the window of the room they were occupying during this case. "Ah! Fresh air, how wonderful." A few errant snowflakes blew inside and melted on the detective's pristine black suit.
Watson, who until that moment had been both asleep and warm, was now neither. "Shut that window, you old fool," he grumbled, pulling the bedclothes tighter around him. He had the disadvantage of his bed being nearest the window, as well as the fact that large, old houses are far colder as those who have never stayed the night in one during the winter would imagine.
"Good morning, Watson," Holmes replied with a grin. "I do hope I haven't awoken you. After all, a quarter past eight is dreadfully early."
"If the sun hasn't risen yet, it's early," Watson replied. "I'm sure it is a regular winter wonderland out there on the moor, but I was so looking forward to just a little more sleep."
"That's not what you said when you were poring over that penny dreadful till midnight last night."
"Hush," Watson replied with a chuckle as he stretched and, with some regret, climbed out of bed. "Now that I'm awake, I feel famished."
"I'm sure I could make you a little stew. Do you recall that time during the Baskerville case—"
"Please," replied Watson shuffling across the room to find his clothes. "If I ever agree to eat food made by you, it is time to have me put into a madhouse!"
A/N: The stew is a direct reference to that oddball scene in the Jeremy Brett adaptation of Hound of the Baskervilles, an hour and 17 minutes in:
"Do try my stew."
"It's quite disgusting, Holmes."
"Yes, yes it is."
I think about that stew maybe once every six months, and I suspect that will continue until the day I die.