"Ugh," Sherlock made a face. "Doesn't sound too nice. There are far more useful and interesting things to do with a frog than eat it. Loads of experiments can be done... So many experiments." The eleven year old seemed to stare into the distance for a few moment, looking quite thoughtful. He quickly snapped out of it though, attention moving back to John. "But why would you do it to impress girls?" He looked genuinely confused. Sherlock was yet to come across someone that he was attracted to. His mother believed that when he grew older he would come into it, but the whole idea repulsed him. He'd already classed himself as asexual. As it was he didn't care what other people liked, as long as he didn't have to see it. It was bad enough when Greg stayed over with them and him and Mycroft would hold hands and sometimes kiss and... Blegh. Not what he wanted to see. At all. "I think we get to choose. I hope so, and if we don't we can sneak onto the same boat or something. I don't want to be in a boat with someone else."