John needed help with finding his new girlfriend something for her birthday. He hadn't felt romantic since Sherlock... well, you know... it was in the papers... until her.
Molly had suggested cute - non committal. "It's not like it's an engagement ring, John. Just a token, she'll be touched but not take it as a proposal."
Greg had gone for, "Fluffy, yeah, definitely, the missus used to like fluffy stuff before it all went a bit... cold... Fluffy Teddy with a heart."
He hadn't looked for Donovan's opinion but she gave it anyway. She was skulking outside the kitchen while he and Greg were talking - there she was ready to pounce. "Cook her something," she'd said so softly he'd had to strain to hear. "She's special and she'll know you care if you cook something for her yourself." Sally had then sloped off looking embarrassed as if she'd just said something entirely inappropriate. John noted to himself how she'd gone from the despised Donovan to the more to be pitied Sally in the space of one small, one sided conversation.
When he was drifting off, all their suggestions merging and he found himself dreaming about the fluffiest foods he had ever imagined - giant marshmallows, soufflés erupting out of the oven, and one that made him sad - Sherlock's favourite fluffy Chinese steamed buns.