Systematic re-homing

At his words, more believable this time, her own smile came out, bright as a sunrise as she looked to her son. That he cared what she thought was a very good start, and by the sun, she loved him more than she could say. If he looked at her with those earnest blue eyes, and dejected, sad expression too many times, her heart was going to melt, and she would give him anything he pleased. Let's hope he never figured that out.

“That is very sweet Deus, and a very nice idea. However, bees like to be up high and free in the treetops, not in the earth like out dens” she explained to him, stopping to kiss the tip of his pale nose again. “How about we find them a nice tree to hang their beehive back in? I’ve collected my honey now, and I think you’ve learned something from this adventure.”