Beekeeping Age
“Your dad is, like, totally beekeeping age,” said Ron as he watched James prepare breakfast.
“What does that even mean?” Harry asked, as confused as one can be.
“It's nothing,” said Ron, though he didn’t mean it. It did matter, James was like the hottest person ever, and he couldn't just ignore it. “You know, I should probably have your dads phone number, in case of emergencies, you know?”
“That’s never gonna happen Ron. Quit drooling over my dad, he's way too old for you.”
“You don’t get it Harry,” said Ron as he continued watching James.
“Food is ready boys. Waffles, breakfast of the gods,” said James as he sat with them at the table.
“Ooh, thanks Mr. Potter,” Ron said as he poured syrup on his waffle, “You know, I don’t think I know too much about you Mr. Potter, do you have any hobbies?”
“Well as you know, I like cooking and baking, but I have been thinking that I want to get into something a bit more outdoorsy. I was thinking about making myself a greenhouse area, and setting up some beehives, honey is all the rage these days, and I think I’d make a rad beekeeper”
“I told you so,” said Ron sardonically, looking in Harry's direction.