“Did you ever notice how warm a bee’s hum sounds when it’s working the apple blossoms?” Eban asked, catching the last drop of honey on his thumb. “Warm and sweet, just like their honey.”
“I’ve not had a lot of experience with bees,” the stranger said.
“I’m surprised,” Eban said after licking his thumb clean. “There were so few left at the end I would have thought you might have known them better.”
“No such luck,” the stranger said. He dipped his spoon into the puddle of honey caught on the hill of oatmeal in his bowl and tasted it with closed eyes. He smiled. “Warm and sweet, just as you say.”
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