John had to laugh at that, ohh it had been so awkward and serious then back to funnel cake. Only Sherlock could make something so normal so mad in several seconds. Grinning, he rubbed at his eyes and tried his best to locate somewhere they could go off to trek for funnel cake.

"If it is then at least inform me, yeah? I'd prefer not to make an utter prat out of myself and lose my fondest mate this swiftly," John remarked playfully as they sped along to stonehedge.

"Well, tell you what, first I find you this blasted funnel cake then me and you can... talk? I think the right course of action in these situation is to talk. Though, not about anything, I presume! I doubt my knowledge of rare bugs in the 52nd century would be that helpful."