Dapper:
With an earth-shaking sigh, Greg thumbed a card out of his battered wallet and handed it to the clerk. "Credit," he mumbled.
She ran the card and set it down on one more white box, which sshhhed along the counter as she slid it towards him."Here are your assorted pastries, sir, and your cake will be ready for pick up in 6 hours. Have a nice day," she droned, in the manner of one who obviously couldn't care less what sort of day you had as long as you had it somewhere else.
Mycroft Holmes possessed many skills; resisting sweets was not one of them. He was a master of self-control and poise in every other aspect of his life, and although he didn't look it, he could survive without sleep or nourishment at least as long as his younger brother.
But, as soon as a single sweet entered the picture, it wouldn't last long within Mycroft's reach. Running the British government with one hand tied behind his back (once, literally) can be stressful work, and the elder Mr. Holmes discovered that nothing could calm his nerves like a fairy cake or a chocolate eclair between meetings.
With the Korean elections looming closer each day, Mycroft had Anthea call in an order to the shop down the road. He intended to pick it up on his morning stroll, and then enjoy them that afternoon before the ambassadors' dinner, but some unforeseen circumstances in the form of a silver haired gentleman named Gregory Lestrade very much changed his plans.
