I did some editing, a fair amount of plotty thinking and wrote 263 words of dialogue, supposedly in furtherance of the plotty thoughts. Now I think I might not use it at all. At least not in its present form. *sigh* So, here's the end of the scene from yesterday, hopefully polished up a bit.
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Sherlock leaned back in his seat and saw the bottle. “What’s this?” he asked, holding it up to the light and narrowing his eyes at the hand-printed label. He sniffed at the stopper.
“There’s a farmer’s market at the weekend near Mike’s house,” John said. “I walked through it and spotted that.”
“Blackberry melomel with wild yeast,” Sherlock read. “There are no quality controls on these sorts of things, John. Anything could be growing in here.” He looked from the label to John.
John grinned. “You can test it.”
Red streaked from the bookcase and out the sitting room door. Voices floated up the stairs on a cool gust of air.
no subject
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Sherlock leaned back in his seat and saw the bottle. “What’s this?” he asked, holding it up to the light and narrowing his eyes at the hand-printed label. He sniffed at the stopper.
“There’s a farmer’s market at the weekend near Mike’s house,” John said. “I walked through it and spotted that.”
“Blackberry melomel with wild yeast,” Sherlock read. “There are no quality controls on these sorts of things, John. Anything could be growing in here.” He looked from the label to John.
John grinned. “You can test it.”
Red streaked from the bookcase and out the sitting room door. Voices floated up the stairs on a cool gust of air.
“Or we could serve it to Mycroft,” Sherlock said.