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John wrinkled his nose at the idea of tasting anything Sherlock had concocted.
"May I ask what it is?" One of these days his curiosity would kill him, he thought.
Sherlock glanced at him with hopeful eyes. "It's cinnamon loaf, John. Surely even your intellect can tell that." He pulled a knife from a cupboard, gave it a once over to ensure its cleanliness and began to slice the bread. A piece was dutifully place on a small plate and placed in front of the ex-army doctor. Its steam rose in a delicious curl. John was once again sorely tempted.
Two more parts for sure. Posting them later. Reviews are love.