Hugh doesn't mind the curious touch; on the contrary, his smile brightens as he places his palm against his stomach after Cricket's touched it.
"They were supposed to be keeping quiet, but I suppose they've been cooped up for so long that they're getting restless."
With that said, as the boy continues to speak, peculiar things continue to happen: one or two of the small bees at a time will fly quietly from his mouth inbetween lapses of words. Despite the unsettling nature of it, it's a smooth process: gentle, even.
He'll take Cricket up on the offer of food finally, still quite tired but now the sounds his stomach is making are normal hungry growls... not bees. As Hugh makes himself a biscuit with quite a bit of jelly (smothered in it, really), he continues to chitchat. "I've always wanted a garden. I'd spend all my time there, I imagine!" More bees are drifting from his mouth, humming curiously around, the majority of them hanging around Cricket's head as they examine this newcomer. To which Hugh takes a pause in jamming up his biscuit, tilting his head in their direction.
"This is Cricket. He's a very nice man who's going to help us. Just don't ask his Aunt Winnie for biscuits."
Finally, all the bees that want to come out have done so, so Hugh takes to eating with enthusiasm, talking up again with his cheeks full. Poor Cricket's stumbled upon a child full of bees and chattiness.
"Are there any orchards around here? Is that where the apples came from to make this jelly? ...Do you like climbing trees?"
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Date: 2019-05-01 01:04 am (UTC)"They were supposed to be keeping quiet, but I suppose they've been cooped up for so long that they're getting restless."
With that said, as the boy continues to speak, peculiar things continue to happen: one or two of the small bees at a time will fly quietly from his mouth inbetween lapses of words. Despite the unsettling nature of it, it's a smooth process: gentle, even.
He'll take Cricket up on the offer of food finally, still quite tired but now the sounds his stomach is making are normal hungry growls... not bees. As Hugh makes himself a biscuit with quite a bit of jelly (smothered in it, really), he continues to chitchat. "I've always wanted a garden. I'd spend all my time there, I imagine!" More bees are drifting from his mouth, humming curiously around, the majority of them hanging around Cricket's head as they examine this newcomer. To which Hugh takes a pause in jamming up his biscuit, tilting his head in their direction.
"This is Cricket. He's a very nice man who's going to help us. Just don't ask his Aunt Winnie for biscuits."
Finally, all the bees that want to come out have done so, so Hugh takes to eating with enthusiasm, talking up again with his cheeks full. Poor Cricket's stumbled upon a child full of bees and chattiness.
"Are there any orchards around here? Is that where the apples came from to make this jelly? ...Do you like climbing trees?"