Happy fluff for a Happy New Year!
"Here, let me reach it for you."
Mrs. Hudson smiled as the taller of her two tenants graciously handed her a jar from off the top shelf.
"Thank you, dear."
Holmes gave an elaborate bow before calling up the stairs, "Watson, are you ready yet? Mrs. Hudson can't wait much longer and I might die of hunger before you get here."
"Coming, Holmes." The sound of the uneven tread came down the seventeen steps as Watson appeared around the corner, the cheerful grin ever present on his face.
Mrs. Hudson busied herself around the kitchen, pulling out pans and dusting the table with flour. Holmes started to reach for the mixing bowl but she swatted him away.
"Wash your hands first."
Holmes obediently went to the sink where Watson was finishing drying his hands and looking smug.
When all were ready, the two gentlemen sat across from the kind woman and listened attentively as she told them what to do.
"No, dear, the egg shells have to be broken before you put them in. Mr. Holmes, I saw that, you'll make yourself sick on raw cookie dough and then where will Doctor Watson and I be? Mr. Holmes! Do not dust the good doctor with flour! You are getting it all over my floor."
Once the cookies were safely out of harm's way and into the oven, Mrs. Hudson smiled and wondered when her tenants had become more like her own boys.
