December 12: "Poison." (from SheWhoScrawls)
"Good heavens, what is that smell?!" exclaimed Watson as he descended the stairs to the kitchen.
"Nothing to worry about, Watson, I assure you!" Holmes shot over his shoulder as he frantically stirred the pungent mixture in a wooden bowl.
"Are you quite sure? What are you doing in the kitchen? Is that an apron you're wearing?!"
The detective did not cease his stirring, but looked insulted. "I did not want to dirty my suit."
"You only answered the third question," said Watson, arms crossed. He was now standing next to his flatmate and staring into the bowl. He crinkled his nose in disgust. "Eugh! That smells terrible! What is it—or do I even want to know?"
"Poison," Holmes replied, as though it were a perfectly natural thing.
"Ah," was Watson's only reply, but he was thinking, I am going to have a word with Mrs. Hudson when she returns so that this never happens again.