"Good. Don't. I can scarcely imagine how much worse it'll get around here," he muttered, digging at his food.

"Year and a day for me too, because I accidentally played a game without paying," he rolled his eyes. "It was so stupid. It was a riddle. Who pays for riddles? If some guy came up to you and asked you a riddle, would you think you would have to pay for it?"

Sherlock was obviously peeved about this. Even moreso after what happened to him. Now he was stuck looking like something out of that one science fiction show thing that John watched sometimes.