Silly fluff chapter today to cheer myself up and get motivated. Also a subtle nod to the good ship Mystrade hidden within. XD
Darting up the stairs to 221-B, Lestrade was assaulted by the smells of chocolate, caramel, ginger, lemon, cinnamon, and countless other things. Perplexed, he stuck his head directly into the kitchen rather than going straight to the sitting room.
"Oh, hullo Lestrade. Sherlock's not in right now, you can wait around if you'd like or I can pass along a message." John dusted his hands off, but there was so much flour on him the gesture did very little.
"No rush, I'll come back later. So what's all this then?" he looked curiously across the kitchen, filled with baked goods. Pies encroached on territory that was once occupied by Petri dishes, cakes formed an advancing line against shelves of tissue samples, and several trays of cooling biscuits invaded every available surface.
"Strangely enough, it turns out Sherlock has a rather enormous sweet tooth. Not something I was expecting."
"Must run in the family." Lestrade muttered under his breath.
"Sorry, what was that?" John raised a brow at the blushing detective inspector.
"Nothing, nevermind."
"Er, alright then. I figured if I'm going to try to get him to eat more regularly, I may as well make things I know he'll be tempted by. So here I am, spending my one day off this week trying to appease my insane flatmate by baking."