A little lost, a little confused

[owingnobody]

Who: Nobody Owens
What:  Making up for some seriously lost time 
Where: Teaspoon, to start
When: Now. December 21, 2011, 14:20
Why: Because he suddenly asked me if he'd been replaced.

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[observededuce]

The toe was coming along nicely. Sherlock had been working on it since noon, running tests, making adjustments.

The door slammed open, which was unusual, and Bod came in making a fuss about something or other.

"We're out of salt," he said.

[owingnobody]

Bod heard a voice in the kitchen, and headed towards it with long strides. But when he reached the doorway, he stopped and stared at the dark-haired figure bent over the counter. Who was... but even as he thought it, the name came to mind. "Sherlock," he said. "Sherlock, have you seen-" He paused. "Out of salt?" he said.

[observededuce]

It wasn't that Sherlock didn't notice Bod's distress. It was only that it wasn't relevant at the moment.

"Yes, can you get some more?" he asked without looking up from his delicate work with the toenail.

[owingnobody]

"Can I..." Bod repeated, faintly. "...Didn't we just buy salt?"

He remembered doing so. Or at least, he thought he did. Rubbing his forehead with his fingers, he said, "Was I here yesterday, Sherlock? Or... maybe you didn't notice. What about last week? Recently?"