Cricket's words elicit a bout of laughter from the boy, quite tickled by the deadpan joking and the mental image of his bees playing cards. It gives him the giggles, which continue on for a little even as he's inhaling jelly with a side of biscuit.
The bees seem normal enough (apart from the fact they just emerged from a young boy's belly) but there also seems to be something a bit extra there about them -- the way they focus on Cricket and perhaps even seem able to understand him. Hugh doesn't know how exactly it works, but any bee that makes a connection with his mind seems to gain a bit of intelligence beyond that of a simple insect. Certainly, they aren't average bees at all.
And unlike usual bees, they are a tad more individualistic. Evidence of varying personalities will emerge, a few bees breaking away to explore elsewhere around the room (heeding the warning to keep away from the stills). Some seem shy about the newcomer, eyeing him and buzzing closer, then darting back a few inches. And some seem braver about the prospect, drifting quite close -- bumping lightly against Cricket's shirt and then attaching to it to crawl around.
One even winds up on his shoulder, making herself very comfortable.
"Oh, blackberries!" Hugh is visibly excited by this news. Berries and vegetables and wildflowers... that's practically a dream come true. There wasn't much greenery where he'd been living, and he's nodding vigorously in response. "We can help pollinate, and make honey, too. I could set up a box for them to do that in." He doesn't need to be filled with bees to practically be buzzing with excitement as he chats.
However, the next bit has him pausing -- eyes dropping to the knee that's tapped, and the clink of something hard, metal-sounding. (A few curious bees move down to look, too). There are a couple of kids he knows that have to wear braces on their arms or legs, for various reasons, so it's not a new concept -- but it is one that has his lips tugging into a little frown.
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Date: 2019-05-06 03:18 am (UTC)The bees seem normal enough (apart from the fact they just emerged from a young boy's belly) but there also seems to be something a bit extra there about them -- the way they focus on Cricket and perhaps even seem able to understand him. Hugh doesn't know how exactly it works, but any bee that makes a connection with his mind seems to gain a bit of intelligence beyond that of a simple insect. Certainly, they aren't average bees at all.
And unlike usual bees, they are a tad more individualistic. Evidence of varying personalities will emerge, a few bees breaking away to explore elsewhere around the room (heeding the warning to keep away from the stills). Some seem shy about the newcomer, eyeing him and buzzing closer, then darting back a few inches. And some seem braver about the prospect, drifting quite close -- bumping lightly against Cricket's shirt and then attaching to it to crawl around.
One even winds up on his shoulder, making herself very comfortable.
"Oh, blackberries!" Hugh is visibly excited by this news. Berries and vegetables and wildflowers... that's practically a dream come true. There wasn't much greenery where he'd been living, and he's nodding vigorously in response. "We can help pollinate, and make honey, too. I could set up a box for them to do that in." He doesn't need to be filled with bees to practically be buzzing with excitement as he chats.
However, the next bit has him pausing -- eyes dropping to the knee that's tapped, and the clink of something hard, metal-sounding. (A few curious bees move down to look, too). There are a couple of kids he knows that have to wear braces on their arms or legs, for various reasons, so it's not a new concept -- but it is one that has his lips tugging into a little frown.
"Does it hurt?"