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monkeybard) wrote2015-07-07 11:13 am
monkeybard) wrote2015-07-07 11:13 am
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FIC: Kitchen Helper - JWP7
Kitchen Helper
By MonkeyBard
Rating: G
Length: 221B
Universe: ACD
Summary: Mrs. Hudson has "help" in the kitchen.
Date: 7 July 2015
JWP #7: Unwanted attention. Whether it's a client gone stalkerish or a secret admirer who won't take a hint, one of the characters must cope with unwanted advances. How he/she deals with it and what happens is up to you.
"Doctor Watson! Thank heavens you're home at last."
"What's wrong, Mrs. Hudson? You're not unwell, I hope."
She flapped a hand dismissively. "No. No one is ill. It's Toby. He got out of your rooms this morning, although I can't imagine how."
Unfortunately, I could. I'd left in a rush and there was a fair chance the ungainly beast had slipped out and down the stairs without my noticing when I'd hurried back for something I'd forgotten. "I'm terribly sorry. I trust the hound did no lasting damage."
"Not as such. In fact--" She lowered her voice as if confessing a secret. "I rather enjoyed having him about." She continued at normal volume. "However, about is entirely different from underfoot. He followed me all 'round the kitchen whilst I was trying to finish my baking. I shooed him out and shut him in the other room, but he whined so pitifully that I finally had to let him back in."
"You are a kind-hearted woman, Mrs. Hudson. I can see how that must have worn on you. I trust you were able to complete your task despite the interference?" I selfishly thought of my tea and what sweet confection might accompany it.
"Oh yes, I managed. Eventually."
"I wonder. What were you baking that kept Toby so enthralled?"
"Aniseed biscuits."
By MonkeyBard
Rating: G
Length: 221B
Universe: ACD
Summary: Mrs. Hudson has "help" in the kitchen.
Date: 7 July 2015
JWP #7: Unwanted attention. Whether it's a client gone stalkerish or a secret admirer who won't take a hint, one of the characters must cope with unwanted advances. How he/she deals with it and what happens is up to you.
"Doctor Watson! Thank heavens you're home at last."
"What's wrong, Mrs. Hudson? You're not unwell, I hope."
She flapped a hand dismissively. "No. No one is ill. It's Toby. He got out of your rooms this morning, although I can't imagine how."
Unfortunately, I could. I'd left in a rush and there was a fair chance the ungainly beast had slipped out and down the stairs without my noticing when I'd hurried back for something I'd forgotten. "I'm terribly sorry. I trust the hound did no lasting damage."
"Not as such. In fact--" She lowered her voice as if confessing a secret. "I rather enjoyed having him about." She continued at normal volume. "However, about is entirely different from underfoot. He followed me all 'round the kitchen whilst I was trying to finish my baking. I shooed him out and shut him in the other room, but he whined so pitifully that I finally had to let him back in."
"You are a kind-hearted woman, Mrs. Hudson. I can see how that must have worn on you. I trust you were able to complete your task despite the interference?" I selfishly thought of my tea and what sweet confection might accompany it.
"Oh yes, I managed. Eventually."
"I wonder. What were you baking that kept Toby so enthralled?"
"Aniseed biscuits."
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She'll never get rid of him now.
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On the other hand, my muse has a bad sense of direction (never know which way she'll go next) so may get lost totally ;)
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Don't dogs have the most adorable kitchen faces? So loving. So hopeful.
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