Hello, there. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen anything like this, examining it thoroughly as he held it, pinched, between a thumb and index finger. It harbored quite the exciting aroma, however, and one potent enough to break through the smoke so near his nose. Of course, Holmes could sniff anything out, no matter what poised itself as a veil. The color of the thing—a thin peel, left to dry and harden—was concentrated, rich, along with the scent, and… honestly, it didn’t look like the strangest piece of food he’d ever seen. However, he may not attempt to eat it so readily. It was accepted, yes, and he would keep it for study. If he could hold out that long, anyway. Holmes had been quite hungry as of late.