Sherlock Holmes paused walking. "Suppertime," he declared, and he pulled the blanket he was wearing off his shoulders and laid it beneath a large tree. He reached into the satchel he was wearing and removed several items wrapped in napkins. He presented his friend John Watson with a few, who took them almost hesitantly.
"You planned for lunch?" he asked skeptically.
"Of course. There was a very good chance that we would be walking back from our little case in the countryside, and you do tend to get stroppy when I don't stop for a meal, so I had the hotel kitchen pack me some foodstuffs for the journey."
Watson frowned, but sat to join him. He grimaced as he did so, his bad leg causing him some amount of pain. Holmes grimaced in sympathy, taking a large bite of bread to disguise it. Watson saw it regardless, looking away as he realized the true reason his friend had insisted it was time to stop for a break.
He didn't say he appreciated the gesture, only began to make himself a sandwich from the ingredients Holmes handed him. He hadn't minded the walk after an easy mystery solved in the countryside, but it was nice to take a break, and Sherlock Holmes was a good friend to have at his back.
For the prompt from goodpenmanship: mystery in the countryside.