A/N: So, Teej challenged me to write a story using the words "existentialism", "gooey", "pungent" and it must somehow involve an egg-laying bunny rabbit. I managed to turn it into a 221B (colour me impressed with myself!)
Easter Treat
"Kierkegaard, the Father of Existentialism," called Sherlock from the kitchen.
John was trying to watch QI. Unfortunately, it was the only show that Sherlock deemed watchable and he insisted on yelling the answers at the telly.
"Sherlock, shut up! I'm trying to watch this!"
Getting no response other than an absent-minded hum and a chorus of tinkling glass, John finally gave up and headed into the kitchen to see what Mr-Know-It-All was doing.
Sherlock was seated at the kitchen table surrounded by flasks and containers of all shapes and sizes. The Bunsen burner was lit and a test tube suspended above the flame was half-full of a rather pungent-smelling brown liquid.
Still, he'd smelled worse so John ignored it and instead headed to the fridge. Stashed in the back of the crisper was his last Cadbury Creme Egg. They were his favourite and he had been looking forward to this all day.
John gently peeled the foil from around the egg and took a bite. Heaven - if Heaven was a gooey center surrounded by smooth chocolate. Taking another bite, John said, "God, I love these things! Too bad they only come out at Easter."
"You're such a child sometimes," said Sherlock as he took in John's shining eyes and chocolate-covered mouth. "Next thing you'll say you believe in egg-laying bunnies!"