Literature
Traditions
It started out innocently enough, as most traditions do. John had been working on a crossword puzzle in the Guardian one morning, a piece of jam toast in one hand and a pencil between his teeth. Sherlock was in the kitchen/laboratory, analyzing various chemicals and their effects on human tongues.
"A steep slope along a line of cliffs. Five letters ending in p," John muttered around the pencil.
"Scarp."
"Hmm?" John took the pencil out of his mouth and turned around to face the kitchen.
"A steep slope along a line of cliffs is called a scarp," Sherlock said without taking his eyes off the test tube in his hands.
"Didn't realize you were l