Stavanger Bay It's coming at me like a burning flame

Thistle confirmed that the object was indeed a hive and offered Charon the choice whether or not to go for it now. He wasn't sure what to choose, because while he was excited to check it out, he also was getting a little tired from all the running around and besides, getting stung sounded kind of scary (not that he'd ever admit it, of course) so Charon definitely didn't want that.

"Hmmmm," Charon considered for a moment. "What's it like to get stung?" He didn't really know what it implicated, so it was hard for him to make a proper decision about it. "Is the honey the same in the winter or spring? Do they leave it behind when they move? Why don't they take it with them? Do you think it's important as a Naturalist to know 'bout how the honey tastes like and what the bees look like?" The last question was more important than one would think for a last question, because if it was really important for his job, which Charon took very seriously (and he wasn't always sure what it did and didn't envelop, but bees and honey sounded very naturey to him), then he would probably risk getting stung for it anyway.