"You're...ehm...you're wearing a jumper."
"You're the one always going on about me dressing up more warmly, which in itself is...anyway, it's hardly fair for you to complain now that I've complied."
"I'm not complaining, I just..."
"Just expected you to pick something...I mean, if you were ever going to, I thought...something more...I don't know, classy than a dark blue one with a knitted hedgehog on."
"It's high quality highland wool."
"I'm not saying otherwise, I just...oh, never mind. It suits you, strangely enough."
"Never would have taken you for a Hufflepuff, though."
"A Hufflepuff. The scarf. Black and yellow. Really?"
"It's my house colours from school. My blue scarf is covered in - why are you sniggering?"
"I'm not. You're just..."
"Just what? John, you're wearing that soft grin like you do when you're smitten. What is it?"
"...You’re brilliant, Sherlock.”
I completely and utterly blame this silly drabble written on my phone on @sherlock-and-john-getting-it-on for her reblogging a kitty with baby hedgehogs. Thanks, hon. Happy New year, everyone :)