ImaLateBloomer - Yule log

Two shivering figures collapsed over each other on the settee, neither bothering to walk the extra few steps to their individual chairs. Teir hair was wet and lank over their foreheads, their clothes clung to their bodies, and their garments and Watson's mustache were dripping a large percentage of the Thames into their carpet.

Mrs. Hudson hurried in after them, clucking her tongue. "Only you two could fall through the ice into the river," she chided, making up the fire.

"Buh-buh-etter puh-put a yule log on there," Watson quipped. "We'll nuh-need one that big before we're wuh-warm."

"Huh-how about the other kuh-kind of yule logs?" Holmes inquired.

"We require sustenance," Watson pled.

She threw a blanket over them, commanded they go change into new clothes, and brought up a tray of cocoa and bûche de Noël.

"God bless you," Watson gasped.

The Yule log is a European tradition. You burn a huge, hard piece of wood and keep a little for luck. Bûche de Noël are French yule log cakes, and having had them before, they're really good.

And we're past one hundred reviews! 104, exactly. My winner isss...ENNUI ENIGMA! And hey, since it's the season and all, I'll give the same prize (see Chapter 26 for details, too lazy to type it again) to my 110th reviewer, and 120 if we get there.

On the other contest note, nobody's got the specific drabble I was referring to, though since it also happened in Chapter 10 of Festive Frippery, congrats to Medcat and Ennui Enigma. The 13th chapter is in another story...though like Mrs. P said, we've all scorched trees by now...

Til tomorrow, chickadees.