[ He just hums in response. Once Miss Fisher spends any real time in the habble, she will learn that Benedict is more or less the only person that deals with the bees. Mr Watney will occasionally trouble himself with checking on them, but Benedict has taken that task well in hand, and the scientist has more than enough on his plate without worrying about their apiaries. Technically, Benedict does as well, but the bees are peaceful and remind him of his time at the monastery, so he carves out time every day to check on them and make sure every bee is as healthy as he can make them. ]

They do find dark hair more attractive than other shades, [ he agrees, not even flinching when a bee lands on his cheek and buzzes for a moment before taking off again, seemingly oblivious to the fact that his own hair is rather dark as well — it's hard for him to reconcile with the blond he'd developed over the habble's harsh summer, and the deep, dark tan that had colored his skin to go with it. That's all gone, apparently.

This place is very strange. ]

They're really quite docile, though. All it takes is knowing how to handle them.