[ There's a package on his doorstep waiting for him, wrapped in blue with white snowflakes and tied with a silver ribbon. Two boxes, separate. The bottom, larger one has a thick-knit, soft scarf in a deep, rich blue color. Beneath it is a shirt in about his size, perhaps a touch bigger than what he'd choose. The second box that sets atop that one has a store-bought fruit tart in it. Accompanying the package is a plain stationary notecard addressed to him; inside, the text reads: Hey, Sherlock. It's simply signed with her name, nothing else. ]
package, backdated to xmas eve!