There's a kind of weird dream logic to it, Cricket supposes, listening with an expression of building bemusement. The child has bees inside him. They're his friends, and they leave his stomach occasionally so he can eat.
Actually, he's heard stranger stories, but he never had physical proof of them sitting in front of him.
Probably, he should keep his hands to himself, but since the kid has already cuddled up to him willingly, he takes a chance and touches his fingertips cautiously to his upper abdomen, just under where his ribcage ends. And he can definitely feel the buzzing.
"Uh...I ain't heard of Peculiars before," he admits, shaking his head. And casually, he reaches over to the bench to retrieve his lunch pail, getting out a battered coffee thermos. "There's biscuits and apple jelly in there, if you want," he offers, nudging the pail toward Hugh, but then he just pours himself some coffee and looks at him.
"I reckon anyone with an orchard or a big garden oughtta want you around, though."
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Date: 2019-04-29 02:14 am (UTC)Actually, he's heard stranger stories, but he never had physical proof of them sitting in front of him.
Probably, he should keep his hands to himself, but since the kid has already cuddled up to him willingly, he takes a chance and touches his fingertips cautiously to his upper abdomen, just under where his ribcage ends. And he can definitely feel the buzzing.
"Uh...I ain't heard of Peculiars before," he admits, shaking his head. And casually, he reaches over to the bench to retrieve his lunch pail, getting out a battered coffee thermos. "There's biscuits and apple jelly in there, if you want," he offers, nudging the pail toward Hugh, but then he just pours himself some coffee and looks at him.
"I reckon anyone with an orchard or a big garden oughtta want you around, though."