It was a long and tiring day for John Watson. The hospital was filled with people coming in and out. People complaining about aces and breaks and claiming they had something that clearly wasn't there. He just wanted to get home, have a warm cup of tea and go to bed. He opened the door to his and Sherlocks flat and immediately was met by the sweet smell of freshly baked goods.
Sherlock doesn't bake so the sudden smell was slightly worrying. He walked in and immediately walked into the kitchen. Sherlock was messing around with whatever experiment he had and a basket of assorted breads with a note was on one of the kitchen counters. "...bread?" John asked as he walked towards it.
Sherlock barely looked up towards him. "Yes. Dakota asked to borrow some milk and flour for something and then came by later with a basket of bread." He said. John noticed a small plate on the table with nothing but crumbs of what he assumed was one of baked goods.
The thought of Sherlock snacking on a freshly baked good while conducting an experiment seemed odd in John's head but was entertained by the thought. John picked up the note and began to read it.
"Dear Sherlock and John,
Thank you for lending me the milk and flour! Sorry if it was inconvenient I just wanted to bake some bread as a 'hope we can be good neighbors' gift but I forgot to buy groceries. I hope this bread will make up for your current lack of flour and milk- I'll be sore to buy you some when I go out tomorrow! Hope you enjoy the bread!
-Sincerely Dakota"
At the end of the note John could see the last bit of the sentence was scribbled out but he could just barely make it out. 'It was made with love.' He could hear Dakota's nervous voice as he read it. The words bounced around in his head. He tried not to overthink it.
He grabbed a piece of bread and began to eat it. It tasted like it just came straight out of the oven. It was plane looking but subtly sweet. It was what he needed to make his stressful night better. After finishing it up he began to brew a cup of tea for Sherlock and himself.
"Remind me to make some goods for Dakota and the bunch down stairs." John said. "Hoe come?" Sherlock asked. "Because neighbors give each other thank you gifts when they receive gifts." John said while pouring water into a kettle.
(Note: since them Dakota would sometimes buy Sherlock and Johns groceries. He knows how busy the two of them get)
