It's notoriously difficult to get frisky unicorns into boxes for shipping, so I'm not going to send you the two I have here, just know that when next I see you you'll be going home with a pair of them in fine and grand thanks for the beauty that is this fic.

Yes that was a run-on sentence but I have not yet had my lie-down wherein I get to imagine Sherlock's fancy outfit, which will involve all sorts of frisky images because I think John's version of inappropriate has veered a great deal since his romance with the consulting detective.

There. Another run-on sentence. I'm going to stop now.