John sat in his chair propped up on a hollow pillow to keep his buttocks off of the seat as he was still recovering from 'the china cup incident', when he heard Sherlock come up behind him. "What is it this time, Sherlock?" he said.
"I've made something for you," Sherlock said.
"Whatever it is, I don't want it," John replied. "Let's just forget about the bet. It's over alright?"
"But John, the agreement clearly stipulated three days and the limit has not yet been reached."
"Sherlock, It's okay. You don't have to do anything else for me."
"But this is something that I know you'll like."
John sighed heavily, "Alright then, Sherlock, what is it?"
"Strawberries and whipped cream."
John turned to face Sherlock, "Did you say strawberries and whipped cream? I love strawberries."
"I deduced as much by your reaction the last time we went to a restaurant offering strawberry shortcake. You drooled."
"I did not drool."
"Yes, you did," Sherlock said.
"Alright, whatever," John said, "I changed my mind. I may be interested in some strawberries and cream."
Sherlock smiled, "Good, I'll bring it then."
John rubbed his hands together. The great thing about strawberries and whipped cream is that being a dish with only two ingredients even Sherlock couldn't screw it up.
Sherlock brought in a plate covered with a metal bowl. Then he handed a fork to John before opening the lid. John stared, "Sherlock! What is this?"
"It's strawberries and whipped cream, John, obviously?"
"Why is it in the skull?"
"The recipe clearly said, 'slice the strawberries in half and serve them in a festive dish.' "
"But it's a skull!"
"Exactly, John, what could be more festive? Did you like the nice whip cream cap I made for him?"
"Is that even hygienic?"
"He didn't die of anything contagious, John, and I did wash it out first."
"I'm not eating strawberries out of a skull."
"Why ever not John?"
Sherlock dished a spoonful of strawberries and cream out of the left eye socket. "Come John, just give it a taste."
Sherlock leaned over the chair trying to put the spoon in his mouth. John, leaned back and turned his head away. "Come on John, put it in your mouth," Sherlock said, "You know you want it. Just a few minutes ago you were practically begging for it, open up!"
"Oh boys!" Mrs Hudson said from the doorway, "Sorry to interrupt."
John peered around the edge of his chair at Mrs Hudson. There was a dollop of whipped cream on his nose. Mrs Hudson covered her surprised smile.
Sherlock leaned over the top of the chair and said, "Hello, Mrs Hudson. I thought that he would want it if I wrapped it in enough whipped cream, but he just refuses to put it in his mouth. What do you suggest?
"I suggest that you lock the door when you are going to do anything...intimate," she said closing the door firmly. John banged his head against the chair back.
"Oh well," Sherlock said putting the dish down on the table next to John's journals, "If this dish doesn't interest you. There is another recipe for strawberries flambé. Want to try it?" He took out his lighter.
"SHERLOCK!"