It was a Friday night; Sherlock was lying in the foetal position on the sofa, facing away from John. He was bored.
"John, how to you normal people stay entertained in distressing times like these".
Sherlock flipped around to face John who had his face buried in his laptop and was typing something (obviously for his blog) monotonously pressing at the keys. "You still can't be writing up for that case I solved it twenty minutes ago, pick up the pace would you!"
John looked up from his laptop and scoffed he tilted his head to one side and looked worryingly at his friend.
"Sherlock, I'm sorry but not all we normal people have the ability to type at the speed of lightning or process information in 10 seconds flat".
"Wrong". Sherlock spoke flatly
"What? , wrong about what?" John pursed his lips together to stop him from saying something he would later regret
"9 seconds" Sherlock interjected, "It takes me 9 seconds to 'piece' the information from my observations together".
John sighed and shook his head "Right…well bloody fantastic for you" There was a slight pause before John spoke again but more cautiously this time
"But if this boredom thing is really getting to you that much I suppose we can find some kind of activity to keep you entertained for ten minutes…if you want to do something with me, that is".
At this point Sherlock had perked up, he was now curious to what John would suggest as an activity that would keep them both entertained.