They aren't very good conversationalists, but they are excellent listeners.
[ She beats him to the beehives by only a few steps. It's hard for Benedict to type on the silly little bracelet he's woken up with — God in Heaven, does he miss his gauntlet more than ever right now — and he certainly couldn't have done much typing whilst holding the shallow bowl of sugar water he's carefully carrying out of the kitchens for the bees.
Even if she doesn't know him by sight, it's probably obvious Benedict is who she's looking for: tall and broad-shouldered, he doesn't look like he's been adversely affected by the eighteen months spent in stasis beyond the fact that he is quite pale and his hair is much darker than he is used to seeing on himself. Apart from that, he looks the same as any other able-bodied young man might, healthy and strong and quietly coaxing the bees that come buzzing out of the lopsided hives to crawl up his arms for their treat. ]
You must be Miss Fisher, [ he says, inclining his head towards her with a crooked smile as he carefully keeps the bowl for the bees perfectly still. ] Forgive my bad manners, but I cannot take your hand.
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[ She beats him to the beehives by only a few steps. It's hard for Benedict to type on the silly little bracelet he's woken up with — God in Heaven, does he miss his gauntlet more than ever right now — and he certainly couldn't have done much typing whilst holding the shallow bowl of sugar water he's carefully carrying out of the kitchens for the bees.
Even if she doesn't know him by sight, it's probably obvious Benedict is who she's looking for: tall and broad-shouldered, he doesn't look like he's been adversely affected by the eighteen months spent in stasis beyond the fact that he is quite pale and his hair is much darker than he is used to seeing on himself. Apart from that, he looks the same as any other able-bodied young man might, healthy and strong and quietly coaxing the bees that come buzzing out of the lopsided hives to crawl up his arms for their treat. ]
You must be Miss Fisher, [ he says, inclining his head towards her with a crooked smile as he carefully keeps the bowl for the bees perfectly still. ] Forgive my bad manners, but I cannot take your hand.