Miss Susato! I won't tolerate such equivocation from the world's greatest judicial assistant! And over a mere vegetable!

[ Sholmes touches his tongue to the meat of the pepper with a performative flourish. ]

See? Nothing to fea— ... Hhhhhh!

[ And he doubles over, hissing out hoos and hahs as sweat beads on his face. At his hip, the familiar vial of paper cranes glows bright. ]