Special thanks go to MapleleafCameo for letting me steal the title of one of her wonderful stories - if you haven't read it already then you really should - but beware the Johnlock...lolololol!
It was a weakness of his.
Mycroft knew that, but so did his brother.
And it seemed that his brother, now that he had a friend in whom he could confide had become worse than ever, for now little gifts kept appearing in his office.
It started with rich, creamy vanilla. Not quite warm enough to be runny, yet not cold enough to survive the remainder of the day.
Mycroft sent a text to his brother, then breathed on the box and thoroughly chilled it.
There followed, on a daily basis, raspberry ripple and Neapolitan, then slightly more upmarket rum and raisin and pistachio.
The text he sent after this simply said 'Cease and desist!'
Yet still he chilled each box as it arrived.
Exotic ones came next.
Mycroft detected John's hand in this as a succession of coconut and Belgian chocolate, Amaretto and even Turkish Delight arrived. Anthea was curious, but in her well trained way said nothing.
Every evening, despite promising himself that he would ignore each and every box, Mycroft succumbed.
The last straw was the Mince Pie flavour.
It was nearly Christmas, and that in itself was always hard for a dragon with a sweet tooth, but one addicted to ice cream? It was torture.
Frustrated beyond measure, he finally called his sibling.
"It stops now brother!"