Stavanger Bay I don't mean to dist-herb you

"Ja, ja, I'm gut," she shook off Doe's concerns. The stings still burned slightly, for the most part they itched something terrible. Lagertha grimaced as she rose from the water, shaking her coat out despite the painful tugging of her bee stings.

"I vill find the lavender," called Lagertha, turning her head over her shoulder. Padding away, carefully to avoid the remaining bees, the Viking went on the search for the purple flowers.