Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
yep. the milk. it’s practically a thing.
Remember that Johnlock fanfic culture thing I posted a few days?
I’m proofreading my Johnlock brOTP fan fic and what do I spy with my little eye?
John looked around the kitchen and saw all new appliances. The old ones were piled in the corner, each one neatly labeled “EXPERIMENTS ONLY.” Sherlock was sitting at the table calmly eating a scone, a mug of tea at his side. “I did some shopping. I hope you didn’t want to pick anything out.”
John opened the fridge. There wasn’t a single body part in there. Just food. And milk. Lots of milk. He fought to keep the smile from taking over his face. “No. It’s fine. I’m just completely gobsmacked.” He turned to the cabinets and drawers, opening each one in turn. “New silverware, even.”
“I replaced everything. Even scrubbed the shelves and cupboards.”
Yep.
Sherlock bought some fucking MILK.