Mycroft is done with his exams and gets to come home. L and I are going to meet him, have a ride on the bikes, get some lunch. Sherlock has campaigned to be allowed to stay home alone and bake Mycroft a cake all by himself. 'Alone' meaning that Mrs Hudson and security will still be in the building of course, but he'll be alone in the flat. He has absolutely promised not to set anything on fire. He's promised so often that one can only find it worrying. I'll let you know how it goes.
Update: I've taken Sherlock to the shops to buy cake ingredients. I can't tell if all of these things will be going in the cake or if some were chosen specifically as red herrings, but this was his shopping list:
I can only hope the fish won't really be going in the cake, but I'm not counting on anything. We didn't find edible gold dust, but we got those little silver cake decorating balls instead, which he pronounced 'not nearly as good.'
Update 2: Just about to have lunch with Mycroft as I write this. I've told him about the cake. His reaction: 'He's going to bake a sardine into my slice.' I admit this hadn't occurred to me, but that is the sort of thing Sherlock would do. Hopefully not in this case, as he is genuinely excited to have Mycroft home, but I'm not ruling anything out. I told Mycroft I'd switch slices with him. The things we do for love.
Update 3: We're home! Cake has been consumed and was fish-free. Half the sardines were eaten by Sherlock on toast and the rest were marinating in the Coke to see if they dissolved. They're still there. We've had worse things in the fridge.
The cake was a reasonably standard chocolate one, but Sherlock had cut it into pieces and build a sort of house out of it (because it was a welcome home cake, you see). Inside, there was an anatomical heart made from jelly. Because home is where the heart is and also because he couldn't find the jelly brain mould we have. Mrs. Hudson helped him with the heart.
Update: I've taken Sherlock to the shops to buy cake ingredients. I can't tell if all of these things will be going in the cake or if some were chosen specifically as red herrings, but this was his shopping list:
- chocolate
- cocoa powder
- a lot of eggs
- something very spicy
- some sort of tinned fish
- a banana
- edible gold dust
- a can of Coke
I can only hope the fish won't really be going in the cake, but I'm not counting on anything. We didn't find edible gold dust, but we got those little silver cake decorating balls instead, which he pronounced 'not nearly as good.'
Update 2: Just about to have lunch with Mycroft as I write this. I've told him about the cake. His reaction: 'He's going to bake a sardine into my slice.' I admit this hadn't occurred to me, but that is the sort of thing Sherlock would do. Hopefully not in this case, as he is genuinely excited to have Mycroft home, but I'm not ruling anything out. I told Mycroft I'd switch slices with him. The things we do for love.
Update 3: We're home! Cake has been consumed and was fish-free. Half the sardines were eaten by Sherlock on toast and the rest were marinating in the Coke to see if they dissolved. They're still there. We've had worse things in the fridge.
The cake was a reasonably standard chocolate one, but Sherlock had cut it into pieces and build a sort of house out of it (because it was a welcome home cake, you see). Inside, there was an anatomical heart made from jelly. Because home is where the heart is and also because he couldn't find the jelly brain mould we have. Mrs. Hudson helped him with the heart.
