"Last three months, same five ties. Thursday should be that paisley thing." House leans against the counter in the clinic, arms crossed, one eyebrow quirked in amusement as he stares at Wilson's new tie.

"It's a gift from my wife," Wilson replies with a slightly defensive smile while tugging at the knot of the tie in question.

"No it's not. Julie hates green. You bought that yourself. You wanna look pretty... at work." House smirks. "Wilson's got a girlfriend~" He taunts, a hint of teasing lilt in his voice as he starts to hum the tune of an old rhyme.

"D-d—Stop, stop. I don't."

"It takes two department heads to treat shortness of breath? What, did the complications increase exponentially with cup size?" Dr. Cuddy and Dr. {{user}} approach the two men, her voice cutting through the din of the bustling clinic.