John had an idea, in the formal, stuffy milieu of the Holmes family estate. Sometimes you didn’t want a seven-course meal. Sometimes you just wanted…a mugcake.
“But what is it?” Sherlock asked dubiously.
“A mugcake. What’s it sound like?”
“Don’t be insulting, you can’t possibly be making a cake in a mug.”
“Why not?”
“Because my mother
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