A/N: Second chapter of the night! I do apologize for this one, not sure if I'll do it justice. I puzzled over this for quite a while. Enjoy! -SWS
Day: December 4th
From: Poseidon - God of the Seas
Prompt: Lestrade finds an unlikely alternative to a turkey for Scotland Yard's Christmas dinner
"Dear Lord in heaven, what is that smell?" asked Tobias Gregson as he entered Lestrade's house along with Inspector Martin from J Division. Both he and Martin wrinkled their noses.
"It smells wretched," Martin said, steeling himself against the scent as he had learned to do for the foul stench of London's streets.
"Ah! Welcome, you two!" said Lestrade, coming from the kitchen into the foyer. Lestrade had been nominated from those among the various inspectors to host Scotland Yard's annual Christmas dinner.
"Good God, Lestrade," choked out Gregson, loosening his tie. "What in heaven's name is that awful smell?"
Lestrade grimaced, looking as if he'd already explained this a few times too many to everyone else who had already arrived. "Well. I went out looking for a turkey for the dinner, and being Christmas Eve everywhere I could check was completely sold out! So finally I had to resort to a more...creative idea. Pigeon."
Gregson and Martin looked on incredulously. "Pigeon?" they both repeated in unison.
"Er...yes. It does smell awful, doesn't it? I'm honestly hoping that it tastes much better."
Gregson shuddered in disgust. "Well, I don't know about everyone else," he declared, "but I won't be risking contracting some sort of venereal disease or something from that bird. I'll stick to biscuits and potatoes, thank you very much."
A/N: Not quite sure how that worked out, but I hope you enjoyed it, nonetheless. I hope to get more done tonight, so stay tuned, and as always, please review! -SWS