Prompt from zanganito: Hot chocolate
Mycroft sipped delicately at his hot chocolate, eyes closing in pleasure at the Diogenes Club's well-chosen mix of spices and chocolate.
Today would be a busy day. A minor crisis had erupted in India, a scandal was rumoured amongst the personal staff of the Prime Minister, and worst of all, his brother had sent a message, asking to see him.
Mycroft did enjoy seeing his brother, relishing in the opportunity to hold a conversation with someone who shared his skill in deduction, but Sherlock invariably was accompanied by some mystery or danger that required far more movement than Mycroft was comfortable with. Since he'd met Dr Watson, as much as Mycroft appreciated his brother's friend, that tendency for adventure had only grown worse.
There was a sound at the door, disturbing the stillness of the Diogenes Club. Mycroft took another sip of his hot chocolate, savouring it while he still could.
His brother had arrived.