"Nn," Sherlock agreed, scowling against the pain he nursed with liquor. "Wonderland is certainly behaving unnecessarily foul this weekend. I had better things in mind than a constant state of inebriation." He tipped back his tumbler and poured another, pouring for John as well while he had the bottle in hand. "At least the closets and dining hall have seen fit to provide us with some cure at least."

He clinked his glass to John's. "Here's to headaches, nausea, and being positively boring."