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“See this?” John indicated the turkey.
Oliver and Sherlock looked at it.
“This is turkey. For dinner. Not for experiments.” These things had to be explicitly said.
“You expect us to eat something that looks like a comical little fat person?” asked Oliver.
“No, I never expect the two of you to eat anything.”
“I don’t think I like turkey,” decided Oliver.
“You don’t like anything but biscuits. I blame that on your father.”
“He has good taste,” said Sherlock, mildly.
John repeated, “Don’t touch this,” before leaving.
“We should dress it up like your uncle Mycroft,” Sherlock told Oliver.
Oliver and Sherlock looked at it.
“This is turkey. For dinner. Not for experiments.” These things had to be explicitly said.
“You expect us to eat something that looks like a comical little fat person?” asked Oliver.
“No, I never expect the two of you to eat anything.”
“I don’t think I like turkey,” decided Oliver.
“You don’t like anything but biscuits. I blame that on your father.”
“He has good taste,” said Sherlock, mildly.
John repeated, “Don’t touch this,” before leaving.
“We should dress it up like your uncle Mycroft,” Sherlock told Oliver.
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