Christmas
"You got me something?"
"Yes. Why not?" Sherlock looked puzzled.
"You just don't seem like the Christmas present type for some reason."
"There's lots you don't know about me."
Sherlock retrieved a small box from his desk. John surveyed it, trying not to laugh.
Wrap this yourself?"
"Yes."
"Might want to use a little less wrapping paper next time."
"Yes, I'm aware of that."
"And 17 pieces of tape might be a trifle much…"
"Well, I haven't had much practice, have I?"
"Apparently not. Is this supposed to be a bow on the top?"
"Shut up, John."
"Merry Christmas, Sherlock."