Everest
That it looks like it normally does is not as precise an answer as Ever would like. In the days and years to come though, he'd expect nothing less from his friend, and today was no exception.
"Well, 1/12th of a teaspoon." Ever corrects, trying not to sound like a know-it-all. "Which is misleading I suppose. What if they had a very large teaspoon or a very small one?" Then again, a drop wasn't very precise, either. The buzzing sound of the bee fills Ever with a low panic. It makes him feel anxious in a way that has his fingers itching at his elbows as if he might drive out the reverberation from his bones.
"Up close?" Ever repeats, astonished. "Isn't that...well isn't that dangerous?" He wonders, which is as close to an outright no as the boy usually comes.
"Well, 1/12th of a teaspoon." Ever corrects, trying not to sound like a know-it-all. "Which is misleading I suppose. What if they had a very large teaspoon or a very small one?" Then again, a drop wasn't very precise, either. The buzzing sound of the bee fills Ever with a low panic. It makes him feel anxious in a way that has his fingers itching at his elbows as if he might drive out the reverberation from his bones.
"Up close?" Ever repeats, astonished. "Isn't that...well isn't that dangerous?" He wonders, which is as close to an outright no as the boy usually comes.
the words you speak
become the house you live in
become the house you live in
