You don't find a hidden camera

Jessica and the old beekeeper are clearly amused by your suspicion, and begin chatting like old friends. There's clearly a subtext of some kind to their conversation, but to any passerby who doesn't know a lot about beekeeping, it would probably sound like two pros talking shop.

Without warning Jessica is leaving. "By for now!" she trills, toting away a gigantic tray of honey. "Do think about helping Toby out!". So the old guy's name is Toby. When did he mention that?

"I had no idea beekeeping was such a babe magnet" you joke. Toby looks at you seriously.

"If I told you to be careful, would you?" he asks.

"I'm the very picture of discretion!" you protest, and get a genuine laugh out of him. "So were you serious about getting me started on taking care of a hive?"

"Are you just in it for the women?" he asks.

You feel like you're being handed the lesser keys. "Would you retract your offer if I say yes?" you ask.

"I'll retract it if you lie".

"I'm in it for that woman" you admit. "But if she moves away tomorrow, I'll still do my best to care for the hive.".

Toby nods, seemingly satisfied. "I'll come by around eight with everything you need to get started. And one piece of advice for free - if you're going to pursue her, write her a poem. A sonnet would be best, her people invented them you know".

"her people?" you think as you're making your way home. "I thought nobody knew her ancestry?.."