There was a blue something, sitting within the corner of his vision and glinting with a plastic shine. Focusing on the object, he sat up taking in the egg-like shape of the...well, egg. Wrapped in a blue foil on Sherlock's bed-side table sat an egg. He rolled over, deciding to ignore the confusing object and get back into a deep mode of thought. Only to roll back over in a tangle of sheets he snatched the egg and lay on his back, frowning as he inspected the arbitrary object. "John"! He shouted knowing it would bring him. His flatmate appeared in Sherlock's bedroom doorway, eyebrows raised in a questioning manner, "Problem"?
"What's this"?
"It's an Easter Egg Sherlock".
The consulting detective huffed. "Yes, I know that but what is it doing here"?
"Well, it's almost Easter".
Sherlock frowned at the un-informative information as John chuckled and returned to cooking in the kitchen. Sherlock flung back the duvet and grabbed his dressing gown, continuing to frown as he came to stand beside John at the toaster.
"You eat it". John said in a condescending manner which earned a frown from Sherlock who placed the puzzlingly object into his dressing gown pocket; deciding to experiment on the thing later. The toaster popped gaining the attention of both men.
"What are those"?
"Hot-cross buns...seriously Sherlock, surely you know this". John seemed quite concerned by his friends' lack of knowledge about the holiday traditions.
Sherlock shrugged in response, "Must have deleted it".
John sighed, "Here" he said passing Sherlock a buttered Hot-Cross Bun and took his own into the living room sitting down at the table with the newspaper. Sherlock followed and sat down, taking out the blue egg from his pocket him un-wrapped it. "John"!
"What"? John asked looking up concerned.
"It's chocolate"!
John rolled his eyes and took a bite out of the Hot-Cross Bun.
