[In that much, at least Phryne can't blame him - it's only sheer stubbornness that has her anywhere near being proficient with the thing, and even then she can't really say that she approves of the idea to any great degree. Even if it does offer a certain ease of communication.
Still, it is fairly obvious that Benedict is absolutely who she's looking for. Mostly because it would be awfully coincidental if someone else had happened by the beehives. He's taller than she'd been initially imagining too, and for a brief moment she takes a moment to simply take in the sight of him, bees and all.]
Please, call me Phryne.
[There's a pause there, her smile not wavering a jot as her eyes flick down to the bowl, and the bees that are crawling towards it.]
And I think I can forgive that, under the circumstances.
[She doesn't have any complaint with bees as a whole, but all things being equal she'd much rather not get stung simply for the sake of manners.]
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Still, it is fairly obvious that Benedict is absolutely who she's looking for. Mostly because it would be awfully coincidental if someone else had happened by the beehives. He's taller than she'd been initially imagining too, and for a brief moment she takes a moment to simply take in the sight of him, bees and all.]
Please, call me Phryne.
[There's a pause there, her smile not wavering a jot as her eyes flick down to the bowl, and the bees that are crawling towards it.]
And I think I can forgive that, under the circumstances.
[She doesn't have any complaint with bees as a whole, but all things being equal she'd much rather not get stung simply for the sake of manners.]