"I suppose," Sherlock murmured as he crossed his arms over his chest, frowning a bit. He itched at his arm, missing the nicotine patches that used to comfort him. That was... odd. He hadn't felt that need for... He scratched at his neck a bit, shaking his head and looking rather curiously to John.

"Have... No, funnel cake..." He frowned. That was a rather odd sentence. He was about to ask for... "Do you think we'd be able to find some coke?" Oh, dear. Now that was sort of embarrassing, considering he had stopped using so long ago, replacing it with nicotine patches. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I asked."