Diet
They were really quite mean to him.
Dessert—and he had to watch. It was his favorite dessert too, a chocolate éclair with vanilla custard. He licked his lips. No. Best not to show signs of weakness.
John was already digging into his, and even Sherlock declared the treat to be not wholly unpleasant.
Oh…but he had promised Anthea he wouldn't…
And besides, if he ate one, Sherlock would never let him hear the end of it.
But they did look so good…all chocolate and cream…
"Mrs. Hudson? I think I will have one. A very small one."
Sherlock smirked.
