The tunic equivalent of potato batteries, huh. He’s abruptly kind of jealous? That stuff sounds awesome and he wants to learn how to use it so bad. Too bad he has the magical potential of a turnip, other than his spider powers.

“I did my first missions at fifteen,” he says. “Uh, though I turned sixteen like a week later.” So. Close enough. Bee clearly has been doing this way longer than he has, but they also sort of got started at the same time? ish. “How’d you get involved with em when you were eleven? Were you family or something?”

Despite the fact that this conversation started with Bee disciplining him, he can’t help but be fascinated.