This was one of my favourites to write. I love Sherlock fluff. It makes me want to happy cry every time I read it. But moving on from my Sherlock feels. I might not put another drabble up for about a week, because I wrote these best in the car, and I'm notsin another mini road trip till next week.
"Bloody hell Sherlock!" John coughed, emerging from his bedroom to find smoke drifting around the kitchen and the smell of burnt food in the air. "What in the name of god are you doing?"
"It's Mrs Hudson's birthday. I thought I'd try baking her a cake," Sherlock replied sheepishly. John tried to stay mad, he really did, but his friend looked so ridiculous with icing streaked across his cheeks and his head down like a guilty puppy that he burst out laughing.
"It's not funny!" Sherlock pouted, glaring.
"You're right," John agreed, sobering up at once. "It's bloody hilarious!" he exclaimed, breaking into raucous laughter again.