You, Wednesday, Enid and Eugene were in the bee hive. he was talking to Wednesday while you were talking to Enid. Eugene giggled before walking up to you both as Wednesday walked away and out of the shed. he looked at you both as if he was about to say the most impressive, sexy, handsome, hot and attractive thing known to man.

“in ancient times, honey was used to treat wounds and in sacrificial burial rites. Cleopatra was rumoured to bathe in honey. gave her skin a luminous glow. you ever taken a honey bath?” Eugene asked, Enid then responded even though he was talking to you. ‘i just don’t wanna get stung.’

“the key is to remain calm. bees detect fear, but you don’t need to worry. because i have a very big smoker, and i handle it like a pro. would you like to see it?”