December 2: "Greenhouse" (from SheWhoScrawls)
"Good heavens!" cried Watson upon entering the Baker Street sitting room. "I have only been absent for a day!"
Rich dark soil filled numerous jars upon the floor, surrounding Sherlock Holmes. He glanced at his fellow-lodger.
"Everything I do has definite purpose behind it," said Holmes blithely, pouring a pale blue substance from a test tube into a jar half filled with dirt.
"Excellent," Watson muttered under his breath. The whole room smelled of dirt, some of which had made its way onto the carpet. "Is this an experiment designed to bring a criminal to justice?" the doctor asked, cocking an eyebrow at his friend. "Or are we starting our own greenhouse?"
"Neither," said Holmes with a chuckle. "I'm merely testing a little hypothesis. Nothing related to a case, or becoming a plantsman, I assure—agh!" The mixture had begun to smoke.
"Holmes!" Watson exclaimed, rushing to the detective's side.
"Oh, blast!" said Holmes, waving the fumes away from his face. "What an…"
"Unfortunate result to your hypothesis?" Watson suggested, quickly opening a nearby window.
"So it would seem," replied Holmes dryly, bringing the fuming jar towards the air of the window.
Experimentation complete for the day, Holmes and Watson went out for dinner. It was some time before the room smelt normal, even with the help of the wind's blowing.
A/N: I must admit, I probably spent a little too much time fiddling with the format of this one, but I think it was worth it. The first letter of each paragraph spells "greenhouse", and I made it a 221b format (221 words, the last one beginning with "b").
Hope everyone's December is going well!