A/N: I'M SORRY THIS IS SO LATE. I almost forgot to do this today, I'm sorry, D: I've remembered now though which is probably important. So enjoy this chapter, :)
DISCLAIMER: I only own Lizzie. Promise. I don't own anything else, because if I did...well, I'm not quite sure. Please don't sue me!
"OI! Get back in here and help us!" John yelled as he saw Sherlock attempt to sneak back out of the kitchen. With shoulders slumped, the flour coated detective slumped into a chair and dutifully set back to cutting out gingerbread men. Lizzie giggled from her place across from him where she was stirring even more dough.
Ah, yes. The dough. Despite being rather mature for her age, Lizzie had still managed to get dough all over herself, the table, the counters, Sherlock, and John.
The doctor, meanwhile, was attempting to tame the immense number of cookies they needed to bake. They'd already filled two cookies sheets, and Sherlock was working on a third while Lizzie mixed a fourth. "Um, Lizzie?" She made an "Mmm" sort of sound and didn't even look up, but John went on. "I think we've made enough cookies..." That got her attention. She stopped stirring and looked up at the doctor. "Oh," she said, sounding a little disappointed. "Father Christmas will have eaten lots of cookies, and we don't want him to be too full to eat anyone else's cookies, do we?" Lizzie shook her head sadly. "No, I guess not." She stopped stirring.
"Don't stop yet though," said John gently. "We've at least got to finish all of these." He pointed to the men Sherlock had finished laying on the cookie sheet, and then the bowl Lizzie had stirring.
She grinned, looking between John and Sherlock. Humming quietly, she got back to work. After a few minutes, she informed them: "I like baking!"
A/N: Maybe I'm biased, but am I the only one who would like to have Lizzie as a child? She is too cute. Please review and...
DFTBA darlings, :)