Icing on the Cake
Mrs. Hudson is a scone. An ever present staple on the table.
Molly is a biscuit. Plain, but good when paired with tea.
Mike is tea. Robust and an old comfort.
Anthea is a cookie. Simple and a healthy reminder to spoil yourself a little.
Sally is a sandwich. She has many layers of things that don't quite make sense but get on together.
Anderson is a crème puff. Too puffed up for his own good.
Moriarty is orange marmalade. There is an artificial cloying sweetness combatted by the bitter rind.
Sebastian is jam. He follows Moriarty where ever he goes.
Irene Adler is a quiche. No one quite understands why she is there.
Mycroft is a tart. A flakey shell filled with the sweetest custard.
Lestrade is the fruit on the tart. Adding a bit of refreshing change to the heavy taste of the filling.
Sherlock is a cake. Overly complicated.
The perfect equilibrium must be reached to make him a happy cake.
But he brings out the best arsenal in debates, sometimes stooping to comments on the other debater, and solves plenty of mysteries for the yard.
He is a cake.
And every cake needs icing.
John is icing.
He is sweet. Three simple ingredients that combine in the most complicated way. But tried and tried again, it makes everything a little better.
He stands at a crime scene as nothing more than a decoration.
But, without him they feel very empty. Very plain.
Yes, John is the icing to Sherlock's cake. If he was a great detective before, then he is a good man now.
A cake is plain without its icing.
That is why tea time is so important at 221b Baker Street.
Inspired by the tea on the show, which I think is immensely important.
Wall is up.