Don't be like that, you can have some of my peas if you want. But wait, now that I think about it she gave me these peas before I wrote this fic for her, not as a recompense. And now she's going all Sherlock and pretends she's dead in order to keep all her ponies and unicorns for herself. Do write a het 221B tomorrow, it'll serve her right. Or slash, but with Anderson.