"Well, can you read out of this one?" The eye doctor said with the greatest smile. This just seemed to make Watson's mood sink to a lower level.
"No." He muttered.
"This one?"
"A little."
"Now?"
"Fine."
"Well, I think we found our perfect pair." Lestrade said.
"Now, for the final part." Holmes said with a grin.
"It is the finest part of getting glasses." Lestrade nodded with the same evil grin as Holmes.
"And that would be…?" Watson asked in a moody tone.
"Picking out the frame." The two men said in unison.