For Rachel. She knows why ;) And yes, the scores here are accurate - I made sure. I'm not a huge Scrabble nerd or anything, no.
"Z-Y-G-O-M-A-T-I-C, off your T, connecting to the C here. The G is on a double-letter, and I hit the triple word score, plus the fifty point bonus for using all my tiles. That comes to one hundred and thirty-nine points." He scribbles his score in the column, adding it to his prior four hundred and twelve.
"You would use that particular word, wouldn't you?" John sighs and rubs his head, glaring at Sherlock's suddenly offensive cheekbones. "Are you positive you've never played Scrabble before?"
"It's a simple combination of vocabulary, math, and strategy. Anyone can do it." His voice sounds impassive, nearly bored, but the look on Sherlock's face is nauseatingly smug. "You want to play something else. Cluedo, maybe?"
"Oh no you don't. Not that again." Grumbling, John plays downwards off Sherlock's word, turning the G into GOAT for a paltry five points, bringing his score to ninety-three.
"You know, if you'd played OATS over here in this corner, you'd have at least hit the double word score. Strategy, John! A military man should appreciate that!"
John stares down at his tiles, groaning at the Q he's just pulled out of the bag, and not a free U in sight. "Just shut up and play, will you?"
With a flourish, Sherlock racks up another ninety-two points by laying down BABUSHKA.