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Thistle smiled gently at the youth. She imagined he was beginning to lose his fervor, only because he was still young. They could always revisit another day. She had no problem with that.

Thistle frowned in thought, and nodded, Like a thorn prick and it lasts for a little bit. If you coat mud on it, it feels better and it gets the stinger out. She listened to him fire his questions at her and she smiled. He was a curious fellow, she was so very glad for that. They take it, it just takes them a long time to move it. Their tiny things after all. It is the same yes, some of it is older of course and the newer honey tastes a little bit fresher. She licked her lips at the memory of the sweet stuff that resided in the hives. Yes I think it is good for both a naturalist and young boys to know what bees look like, and especially what honey tastes like. We can come back though, I don't mind. I don't really want to get stung, so how about since I'm a little scared, we come back later? Thistle wasn't really scared, but she imagined the youth had some misgivings and why not boost his confidence.