"You'll be turning left right up here." Sherlock said, pointing to the ramp before leaning back into his seat again, eyes flying across the map, attempting to pinpoint the best directions. Of course, he wasn't used to having to read a normal map, generally he just had to type in an address into his mobile and away he went. Or the cabbie generally always knew where to go.

It was odd using a real map now, but he was getting the hang of it.

"I wonder if they even sell funnel cakes anywhere around here." He said suddenly, looking up from the piece of paper and staring pointedly at John. "What do you think? There've been a few circuses and carnivals near London and they've advertised it... I do wish now I had gone to the last one, I'm positive they would have had funnel cake."

He cleared his throat, looking speculatively out the window. "We ought to stop sooner or later, to get something to eat anyways." That didn't sound at all like him. He never bothered with things like food when the hunt was on.

Now, though...

"You know, there's something that's been bothering me, anyways, couldn't exactly figure it out, I'm not great at these sorts of deductions, anyway. When I, ah, showed my appreciation--" That sounded possibly much more horrible than he meant it to. "Well, when I kissed you... You seemed to take it, as though it were nothing?" He wasn't sure what he was getting at anymore. Normally, he would have left this sort of thing be. But now, the obsessive compulsion to know itched at the back of his head.