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“Don’t tell me – you were getting sick of beans on toast.”
“How dare you. I could live on beans on toast for months, Sherlock.”
“Hm.”
“Oh, stop it with the eyebrow. I was bored out of my skull. Happy now?”
“‘Bored’ is my area, John.”
“You don’t hold a monopoly on mental tedium.”
“No, I don’t. I wouldn’t have resorted to...that...though. It’s certainly innovative.”
“That’s putting it kindly. It sounded like a good idea half an hour ago. I mean, one has cheese and the other has starch, so I thought what’s the harm?”
“In a Wotsit and brown rice risotto?”
“God, it sounds terrible when you put it like that.”
“Tastes terrible too.”
“Rub it in, why don’t you?”
“Which is presumably what you did with the Wotsits.”
“Sherlock!”
“You know I love you. I’m already opening a tin of beans.”