Sherlock couldn't help it, the smell of garlic and butter and pancetta was literally making him drool. He closed the computer lid and wandered into the kitchen. William was pointedly ignoring them, now working on some science homework.

"I really should make sure that it isn't poisoned." Sherlock reached in and stole a bite of the cooked pancetta, heedless off how hot it was He didn't care that it burnt, it tasted so damn good.