I love mini-milks and I think that they are the best ice creams ever. I came up with this whilst eating one. Complete and utter crack! Naturally. :D Oh, if you review you get a free mini-milk! *subtle hints of bribery* -Moo

John was putting away the shopping when Sherlock came into the kitchen.

"Come to help?"

"No."

"Thought not. What do you want then?"

"Food."

"Food?"

"Food." Sherlock confirmed.

"You're hungry?"

"Not really."

"You've got to stop grazing. That's how we run out of food so quickly! You open something to have a nibble of it and then it goes out of date!" Sherlock ignored this and started rummaging in one of the bags. He shoved it to one side and started on another one. On about the fifth bag he cried out in delight.

"MINI-MILKS!"

"Mini-Milks?"

"I love mini-milks! Why did you buy them? You never buy them."

"You monitor what I buy? I bought them because they were on offer." Sherlock had already opened the box and was selecting a flavour.

"I've only just bought them..." John muttered.

"Be happy I'm eating John." Sherlock retorted. He picked out a vanilla one and quickly unwrapped it, dumping the wrapper on the table.

"Sherlock!"

"What?"

"Put the wrapper in the bin. No wonder the flat gets so messy!" Sherlock rolled his eyes but did as John said. He started sucking on the mini-milk noisily.

"Sherlock you sound like a pig!"

"Of course I don't John. Pigs don't suck on things, they chew and bite things. Sucking is a very different noise to chewing and biting."

"Whatever! Just stop being so noisy with it or go to the living room." Sherlock went to the living room. A few minutes later he called to John,

"John, can I have another one?" John walked slowly into the living room.

"You've only just had one Sherlock."

"They are small and they help me think."

"That is one of the worst excuses I've ever heard." John muttered. "Fine yes whatever but remember when they're gone, they're gone. Ok?"

"I know." Sherlock went to get another one.

It was the evening and John decided he would have a mini-milk. After all they were nice and he hadn't had one in years. He found the box in the freezer easily but when he reached in to get one...There were none left.

"Sherlock!"

"Yes?"

"Have you had a whole pack of mini-milks in less than one day?" John had entered the living room where Sherlock was lying on the sofa licking the remnants of a mini-milk off the stick.

"I've been doing a lot of thinking." John laughed and shook his head.

"I'm not buying them again." Sherlock sat up.

"Why not?"

"I'm not buying something that will get eaten the day I buy it, especially if I don't have any of it. If you want mini-milks you go and buy them yourself." Sherlock huffed and lay back down. He would never go shopping for mini-milks and John knew that. Sherlock had won... Again.