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bees. honey. "i had not thought of that. i only tasted it once before, as a boy." and for his efforts he had gotten a great stinging clout to the nose by a host of the winged things rising angrily to defend what was theirs. "it was not a dare earned lightly."

he turned his thoughts to how best they might procure this honey, but supposed it would not be found easily in the wintertime. "i suspect they stay alive through the snow, the bees. though i do not know how." his glance upon arlette now, wondering if she would have any additional information to add on the subject of the fierce little insects.