"Oh yes, that's exactly how it is," Hugh nods with a bright grin. "Like family!" The little insects definitely take care of him just as much, and there is something distinctly intelligent about them that goes beyond the average bee's capability. Perhaps it's something magical, or perhaps it's something that can be explained by their connection with the young boy. Either way, they certainly aren't ordinary bees.

And they're very much like family for him. At some point he really does need to sit and have a proper discussion with them about this arrangement, but for now he has to clear things with Cricket's friend -- or, is he his friend, exactly? Hugh watches the interaction between them with his head tilted slightly to one side. The man on the porch is almost like a bear, not just because of his physical stature, but also the way he speaks that single word. He is a bit intimidating, but Hugh keeps smiling all the same.

"Bad people," he adds with a nod, trying to be helpful. "I was hiding in the shack up there when Mr. Cricket found me."

He pauses for a moment, thoughtfully.

"And gave me some food." It seems important to share how much the young man has helped him. As though for emphasis, the two bees buzzing nearby dart around Cricket's head. It's not too out of the ordinary, so Hugh lets them continue that.