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[ryuwrighthistory]

So your stomach couldn't handle whatever you drank either, meaning it's not as tough as you say it is.

[exchangeable]

What an absolutely shocking turn of events. I'm stunned.

[greatestdefective]

[CURSE YOU AND YOUR LOGIC]

But! But no! I willed it to reel! Ingesting questionable liquids could lead to death!

[ryuwrighthistory]

. . . [Snerk.] S-So you thought to use soap, that shouldn't be ingested either.

[He tries to stifle his laughter, but something is clearly funny to him that he can't stop himself.]

[exchangeable]

Detective, surely you know that two wrongs don't make a right, even with things that shouldn't be ingested.

[ . . . he can see the logic, but he's also just trolling at this point as well. ]

[greatestdefective]

[Gwweeehhh, how cruel! Some of the frosting is melting off the cake slices on his plate, that's how flustered he is. He's not going down without a fight.]

Two wrongs can definitely make a right in rare circumstances. Let's see... How can I explain this to lawyers... Oh! It's like when a trial is going very badly and it seems as if the judge is about to announce his verdict, so you present a very odd piece of evidence along with a very convoluted theory, which causes so much confusion that the judge has no choice but to adjourn until the next day.

[ryuwrighthistory]

E-Eh? [Well that stopped his laughter and he feels personally attacked.]

Well, they usually turn out right in the end! So it's not entirely off.

[exchangeable]

[ THE PROSECUTION OBJECTS PROFUSELY . . .

He just looks between the two of them flatly, then shakes his head, taking his piece of cake. ]

You're both ridiculous. Eat your cake and be satisfied already.

[greatestdefective]

[Sherlock crouches down again and hides beneath the table like a kicked puppy, plate held right up to his chest.]

... Yes, father.

[ryuwrighthistory]

E-Er...right. [He sits at the table, looking shameful for being scolded. But then a smile slowly forms on his face. This...this was nice, just conversing like this among good friends.]

Merry Christmas.

[exchangeable]

[ He looks up from where he'd been slowly eating his piece, looking between a slowly smiling Naruhodou and a crouching Sherlock. And then — he can't help it, he chuckles a bit, shaking his head with a small smile forming himself. ]

Hmm. Merry Christmas.

[greatestdefective]

[A friendly atmosphere like that is enough to wipe the pout from Sherlock's face. He smiles as well, but doesn't come out from under the table. He's comfortable down here, okay.]

Happy Christmas.