One thing I can do, that I’ve always been able to do, that game, Concentration. Memory. Connecting things.

Because of you. Because I knew how disappointed you’d be in me.

“Do you remember the rare bee I was given? Osmia avosetta is its own species, which means it should not be able to reproduce with other kinds of bees. And yet, nature is infinitely wily.”
“So, box bee got another bee pregnant?”
“Quite so. Which means, they should be reclassified as an entirely new species. First newborn of which is about to crawl its way into sunlight. As the discoverer of the species, the privilege of naming the creatures falls to me. Allow me to introduce you to Euglassia Watsonia.”
“You named a bee after me? … You named a bee after me.”
“Should be dozens more within the hour. If you’d like, I could come and get you once they’re all here.”
“That’s all right. I think I’ll just watch.”