A/N This 221b is in response to a discussion in Mrs. Hudson's Kitchen Forum about the merits Bakewell Pudding. Thanks to the lovely Mrs. Pencil for being the inspiration for this tale.
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Pudding Problems
Mrs. Hudson rushed up the stairs, moving faster than anyone with a bad hip could possibly warrant and burst into the flat at 221b.
"Have you boys taken my Bakewell pudding?" she demanded in a slightly hysterical voice. "It was on the corner of my kitchen table less than an hour ago, and now it is missing.
Sherlock waved a dismissive hand from the sofa. John looked up from his laptop and said, "We haven't been out of the flat this morning. Are you sure you didn't put it somewhere else?"
"It's gone! What will I serve The Women's Institute? There isn't time to make anything." Mrs. Hudson wailed.
John glanced at Sherlock's inert form and sighed. "Would you like me to pop over to Tesco and pick up another for you?"
"Oh, that won't do at all. This wasn't one of those dreadful factory things. Mrs. Turner's boys brought it back from their trip to Derbyshire. It was a Bloomer's Pudding."
Sherlock sat upright. "In that case, you will find a replacement sweet is on its way."
Downstairs, the doorbell rang. Mrs. Hudson hurried to answer. At the door was a man with a box containing a whole salted chocolate caramel tart from Pizza East.
Sherlock smirked from his place on the sofa. Mycroft could never resist a pudding from Bakewell.