Sherlock's eyes widen slightly at the tree growing, but he keeps the rest of his face and his posture impassive. Even as he has to take a couple steps back because those branches and twigs are Too. Close.

The earthen goldfish are a nice touch. He'll give him that. His brother Mycroft would probably like that in particular. If he was capable of seeing a display like this and not refusing to accept its reality.

"It's all right. I guess."

His eyes followed the fish in wonder, but he tried to keep his voice flat.

Take the compliment, Strange. Take it.