Samie cracked another egg into the mixing bowl. John was sitting on a stool next to the island ( SloTurtle: desolate chunk of counter in the middle of a kitchen.).
"Why are we doing this again?" he asked, stirring batter and adding food coloring.
"Because, John, it's new and creative. It's good for the brain to be creative. And trust me, it's fun." Samie chuckled, watching John fumbling with the tie of his apron for the dozenth time.
She set her whisk down and turned her full attention to the tangled strings John had managed to get caked in pancake batter. Samie pulled the strings this way and that, untangling them finally. She tied the apron securely onto John and returned to her pancake batter.
After fifteen or so minutes, they poured the different colors of pancake batter into squirt bottles. Samie turned on the stove, setting a large pan down.
Sherlock entered the flat, wearing his house coat. "What are you two doing?" he grumbled.
"Making edible art." Samie replied simply, scooting over so John could use his pan.
Sherlock observed over their shoulders all the while as they made movie characters, flowers, people, and animals. John had actually been successful in making Yoda, except it was supposed to be hulk. And Samie made a rather good Hulk, wanting to show John how to really make pancakes.
"Do you want to try, Sherlock?" Samie smiled, gesturing to her spot. Sherlock shifted slightly and grabbed some squirt bottles. He looked skeptically at the colored substance, turning it slightly in his hand.
Finally, Sherlock began squeezing the batter onto the pan. John, now finished with his last pancake, grinned at what Sherlock was making. When finished, Sherlock flipped the flapjack over and waited.
He slid it onto his plate, grabbing syrup and butter. Samie gazed down at the pancake, bemused. It was the face from John and Sherlock's wall.
"Very creative, Sherlock." Samie said, sipping her tea. Sherlock nodded, eating his breakfast. He looked slightly like a child, sitting there with a slight smile on his face as he drank his orange juice and at his colorful pancake.
The door to Samie's flat opened again, revealing Mycroft. He nodded in greeting to Samie and John, then took a seat in an armchair. "Good morning. Want some breakfast?" Samie wondered, drying her hands on a towel after washing them.
"Just tea, thank you." he replied, propping up his umbrella. Samie set a tea tray on the coffee table in front of Mycroft and handed him a cup. Mycroft thanked her and drank his tea, whilst watching Sherlock shovel one of John's pancakes off of the platter.
Samie stood, getting ready to clean the pancake stuff away, when the flat door opened. Lestrade came in, grinning. "Morning." He waved to John, then giving Samie a friendly hug.
"Good morning, Greg. Do you need the boys for anything?" she crossed her arms. "No, I just thought I'd drop by and see what you lot were up to." Lestrade shrugged. "Oh, well you can stay for breakfast if you like." Samie stuck her thumb towards the kitchen.
"What're you having?" Lestrade asked. "Artful pancakes." Samie led him into the kitchen, placing her apron on him and setting him in front of the stove. John was now refilling some of the bottles, chuckling at Sherlock, who was piling spray whipped cream onto a pancake.
Samie shook her head. 'What an oddball.' she thought.
"Hello?" someone called from the entrance to the flat. Samie stuck her head around the corner, seeing Molly standing at the door. "Hello, come on in." she motioned for Molly to enter.
Molly made to close the door. "No, no. Leave it. Seeing as how the morning is going, all of London is due in here." Samie objected, looking at her now crowded apartment. Molly chuckled slightly, walking to Lestrade, who was busy at the stove.
Mrs. Hudson soon joined the 'party' as well. The group decided to have a contest of who could make the best pancake. Molly made a flower. Lestrade made a. . . Mickey Mouse? John made Yoda again. Mrs. Hudson made a teddy bear. Sherlock made a brain. Samie made a monarch butterfly. And Mycroft. . . Well, Mycroft made what looked like a disfigured magnifying glass.
All in all, the friends had a fun time, bonding over pancakes. Nobody won the competition, of course. Because everyone as too busy eating their pancakes, laughing, and chatting to care.
Everyone went home that afternoon with promises of returning again the next week in their minds. And as the last person left her threshold, Samie collapsed on her sofa with a sigh of content.
A/n
The End.
Just kidding! I'm not ending the story there. Just the chapter. :3
Hope you liked it! And this pancake really is fun. I tried it with my family and we really enjoyed it.