It had been a long day and all John wanted was a nice cup of tea. As he walked into the flat, heading towards the kitchen and the kettle, he passed by the World's Only Consulting Detective, who was perched on the back of the sofa much like a vulture.
"Tea?" queried John, rather pointlessly; the answer was always 'yes'.
Four minutes later, John came out of the kitchen carrying two mugs of the fragrant brew. As John handed Sherlock his tea his sleeve shifted a bit, and a scrap of multi-coloured yarn around his wrist grabbed the detective's attention.
"What is that thing around your wrist?" Sherlock asked in a voice dripping with disdain.
John looked at his wrist and said, "You remember I told you that Doctor Agar is leaving the clinic? Well, he was in today packing up the last of his stuff and he brought along his daughter Kalli. She's very excited about the move to Glasgow but also worried everyone will forget her."
"Yes, but that still doesn't explain the yarn," answered Sherlock as he took a sip of his perfectly prepared tea.
With a grin, John reached into his pocket, pulled out another scrap of wool and handing it to the now very-confused Consulting Detective, said "It's for you, from Kalli. It's a friendship bracelet!"
A/N: Virtual cookies to those of you who recognize from which original story I have borrowed Dr. Agar. Once again, thanks to my beta, sarajm, for her wonderful critical eye.