Arrangements
"Did someone die?"
Sherlock poked his head through one of the enormous chrysanthemum wreaths. "You can stop crying. I'm still quite alive."
"Sympathy bouquets for me, then."
"Experiment." Sherlock walked back to the table.
"Well you—" John sneezed. "You need—"
"That's why I couldn't bring these into St. Bart's. Mrs. Hudson will let you kip on her couch for a week."
Years later, when Sherlock nearly convinced John's fiancée to use chrysanthemums in the floral arrangements, John chose to be flattered that Sherlock remembered such a trivial detail, rather than offended at Sherlock's most recent attempt to keep his blogger.