Sorry I haven't updated for awhile, life gets weird.
And I really don't know where the whole fairy thing comes from or how it ties into anything.
"Archeology can't be anything more than glorified mud digging." Holmes announced.
I agreed. Three hours of slogging around in the slime and we were both grimy and bedraggled. The cloudy sky overhead had finally broken into a drizzly rain and the mood of our endeavor was dropping rapidly.
"When did you tell Mr. Hall to come and pick us up?" I asked.
Holmes wiped his pocket watch with a clean bit of fabric on the inside of his jacket. "We still have another hour and I for one do not want to spend it searching for that blasted box." He finished the statement with a final motion of sitting on the soggy ground and pulling out his pipe.
I scowled dismally up at the drizzling rain. "I could certainly use a bite of Mrs. Hudson's cooking right now. You don't suppose we could walk to that farm we passed on the way out here? They might have something."
"I'm sure you won't die from starvation." Holmes said in his languid and not at all comforting fashion. "If you feel yourself wasting away, I'm sure the woodland pixies would take you in."
I shot him a dirty look which he met with indifference. "What do the little fairies eat anyway?" he asked me. "You of all people would know."
"Obnoxious detectives with strawberry preserves. I've heard it's quite a delicacy."
He laughed. "Fairies are cannibalistic creatures?"
"Could you consider it cannibalism?" I asked seriously. "One can't say for sure if fairies are entirely human, so it may just be seen as another type of meat to them and not a malicious practice."
"Good point," Holmes patted me on the back as I took a seat beside him in the grass. "Though I think they would eat you first."
"What happened to being a friend of the fairies?"
He winked. "So what do the fairies eat? Beside detectives and know it all doctors?"
"Well…" I said slowly, not sure if Holmes was going to tease me or not. "I believe they eat dew drops. And flower blossoms."
Homes snorted. "A jolly good job that does. One would waste away to nothing within a week."
"And don't they make mud pies? For celebrations and things? Dirt is bound to have more nutrients in it than flower petals."
Holmes gave a peculiar bark of laughter. "Very well, if we are starving, we will replace one of Mrs. Hudson's baked goods for a mud pie. I'm sure she will appreciate the similarities in the substitute."