"Sounds a bit like me, when I was younger," says Bee. "I never left my mama's house, except to explore the woods in back with my granddaddy. He taught me about the outdoors. Mama taught me everything else." She smiles faintly, a little sad to remember her two most dearly beloved - but, she supposes, it might be worse to have been taken while they were both still alive, missing them, them worrying over where she's got to - she's lucky, in an odd sort of way.

"And haven't you developed even a little taste for adventure?" she asks him. "There's so much out there to explore, and to be borrowed." She grins. "I could help you, if you like."