A figure is standing before a stove, smoke coming out of a pan that cooks. Three children sit around the table; one reading, one watching and one clutching the seat below them.
"What are you making Mummy?" Aura was bouncing up and down in her chair, her hands clutching the bottom seeming to be the only thing holding her down.
Mother turned around to smile at her. "Bacon, Aura. Now calm down and sit still like your brothers."
Aura looked between Mycroft and Sherlock. Sherlock hadn't taken his eyes off of their mother while Mycroft still seemed engrossed in his reading. "Serlook?"
"Yes?"
"How can you sit so still?"
"I'm thinking."
"About what?"
"What bacon could taste like."
Aura tilted her head to the side. "What do you think it'll taste like?"
"I have nothing to base it off of, so I don't know."
Mycroft glared at the two of them. "Be quiet. I'm trying to read."
Their mother appeared beside them, three plates in her hands. "Stop arguing and eat."
The three children stared at the food before them for a few minutes. Their mother had left the room, leaving them alone to eat. Aura picked up a piece and held it in the air, letting the light shine against it. "I don't like it."
"You haven't even tried it yet." Mycroft snapped. But he didn't move any quicker to pick up the piece.
"I don't like it either." Sherlock pouted, crossing his arms and leaning back in the chair. "It smells funky."
Aura shoved her plate to the center of the table. She slipped out of her seat and moved so that she was standing between her brothers. She picked up a piece and held it out to Mycroft. "You try it."
Mycroft grimaced, but he took the piece from her and popped it in his mouth. He said nothing, only smiled and took another. Aura turned to Sherlock next. "Now you Serlook." She took a piece from his plate.
As soon as the bacon touched his tongue Sherlock spit it out. "Ew." He rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand. "I'm going to go play."
She grabbed his arm to stop him. "Wait! What did it taste like?"
He was still grimacing. "Like smoke, fat and salt."
She turned to Mycroft next, who had dumped both Aura's and Sherlock's onto his plate. "What do you think it takes like?"
Mycroft's cheeks were bulging with food. "Like heaven on earth."
A/N: Thank you to Push to Shove for the idea. I hope you enjoyed this memory; I found it quite fun to write. This one is the happiest I've written so far, but I hope others will be coming in the future. I loved writing something based off someone else's ideas. Please, submit other ideas that you would like me to write about. I'm looking forward to seeing this story sculpted by you readers.
Ages:
Mycroft: 9
Sherlock: 5
Aura: 1