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“Snickerdoodle,” said John. “I’ve never heard of it before.”
Sherlock frowned. “Is it a code word?”
John looked amused. “No, it’s not a code word.”
“New recreational drug?” Sherlock guessed. “That’s what it sounds like.”
“You think drug dealers are selling ‘snickerdoodle’ these days?”
“Well, what is it, then?”
“A type of biscuit.” John held it up. “Mrs. Hudson made it.”
“And it’s called a snickerdoodle? How ridiculous. What a revolting name.”
“You ate almost the whole batch.”
“That’s before I knew what they were called.”
“I’m going to start calling you ‘snickerdoodle,’” said John. “My recreational drug of choice.”
Sherlock frowned. “Is it a code word?”
John looked amused. “No, it’s not a code word.”
“New recreational drug?” Sherlock guessed. “That’s what it sounds like.”
“You think drug dealers are selling ‘snickerdoodle’ these days?”
“Well, what is it, then?”
“A type of biscuit.” John held it up. “Mrs. Hudson made it.”
“And it’s called a snickerdoodle? How ridiculous. What a revolting name.”
“You ate almost the whole batch.”
“That’s before I knew what they were called.”
“I’m going to start calling you ‘snickerdoodle,’” said John. “My recreational drug of choice.”
