What if it's not non-consensual pollination, but instead something like...
Sherlock entered the flat struggling under the weight of what looked like an entire shrubbery. The flowers were star-shaped, blue, and in full bloom. "Sherlock, you brought me flowers?" "Yes, sadly, that is the level of observation I would expect from you. I brought the raw materials for a chemistry experiment." "They're starflowers." John touched one of them lightly. Sherlock shook him off and dumped his botanical armful on the table, on top of five books (open, spine-up), three final reminder bills, and an apple core.
"Borago oficinalis. An important prostaglandin prescursor, used in the production of..." "They're a traditional courtship gift from alphas to omegas." "John, must you bother me with these trivialities? I'm trying to increase the specificity and sensitivity of the standard crime scene test used to detect borage-based heat suppressants, both the prescription-grade sort and those used in the scurrilous fraud perpetrated upon a credulous public in the name of 'alternative medicine'." He sniffed.
"So it detects both Boragin and Full Bore?" "That's what I just said, try to keep up. I think I can improve the accuracy of the existing test by..." "You could have just asked me." Sherlock's face was, for a fraction of a second, slack-jawed with shock. Immediately he shrugged it off and said carelessly "I believe I just did." _So you didn't know, not for sure,_ John thought. Aloud, he replied "Well, do you want to keep wrestling with those flowers, or can we move on to dinner and a movie?"
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Date: 2013-06-15 04:39 pm (UTC)... oh god, this leads inexorably to non-consensual pollination, doesn't it? Never mind. I retract that thought.
Not that I am judging anyone who wants/enjoys/is currently writing non-consensual borage fic! Just. My brain does not particularly want to go there.
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Date: 2013-06-15 05:36 pm (UTC)Sherlock entered the flat struggling under the weight of what looked like an entire shrubbery. The flowers were star-shaped, blue, and in full bloom.
"Sherlock, you brought me flowers?"
"Yes, sadly, that is the level of observation I would expect from you. I brought the raw materials for a chemistry experiment."
"They're starflowers." John touched one of them lightly. Sherlock shook him off and dumped his botanical armful on the table, on top of five books (open, spine-up), three final reminder bills, and an apple core.
"Borago oficinalis. An important prostaglandin prescursor, used in the production of..."
"They're a traditional courtship gift from alphas to omegas."
"John, must you bother me with these trivialities? I'm trying to increase the specificity and sensitivity of the standard crime scene test used to detect borage-based heat suppressants, both the prescription-grade sort and those used in the scurrilous fraud perpetrated upon a credulous public in the name of 'alternative medicine'." He sniffed.
"So it detects both Boragin and Full Bore?"
"That's what I just said, try to keep up. I think I can improve the accuracy of the existing test by..."
"You could have just asked me."
Sherlock's face was, for a fraction of a second, slack-jawed with shock. Immediately he shrugged it off and said carelessly "I believe I just did."
_So you didn't know, not for sure,_ John thought. Aloud, he replied "Well, do you want to keep wrestling with those flowers, or can we move on to dinner and a movie?"
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Date: 2013-06-15 05:39 pm (UTC)*especially at "Full Bore"*
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Date: 2013-06-15 08:08 pm (UTC)