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John: What’s that sitting in your chair?
Sherlock: *grins* Oh, that’s me.
John: I’m not talking about where you usually sit Sherlock. I’m talking about the stuffed bear with the purple shirt and scarf.
Sherlock: Oh, I was too. That’s me. Pretty uncanny resemblance, wouldn’t you say?
John: Why on Earth do you have a bear version of yourself? Is that what clients are really paying with these days? You can’t pay rent with teddy bears-
Sherlock: It was a gift.
John: *puzzled*
Sherlock: From Molly of course. Really John, did you think Graham or my dear brother would have gotten me that? *pointing accusingly at the bear*
John: Well, no. *thinking* You really shouldn’t let her indulge if you are just going to take advantage of her Sherlock. It isn’t right.
Sherlock: *taken back* I’ve done no such thing… Recently.
John: *sighs*
~Minutes Pass~
John: *still eyeing the bear*
Sherlock: What now!
John: *under his breath* A little excessive Molly.
Sherlock: Hmm?
John: Getting you a bear. It seems a little excessive. Even for her.
Sherlock: I do not keep up with social intricacies, but I’m pretty sure a reciprocated action in good faith is not excessive. Now your girlfriends…
John: Don’t switch the subject. Regardless of social intricacies and reciprocation and- wait, did you say a reciprocated action?
Sherlock: *bored* Yes.
John: *looking on expectantly* What reciprocated action?
Sherlock: I found a doctor bear with a lab coat and while the idea that a miniature bear would ever be a doctor is absurd, I thought she would overlook that inaccuracy.
John: *gaping*
Sherlock: So you were very wrong John. She was following a social standard even I understand. A very fuzzy and adorable standard.