He can't help but get distracted by the garden, pace slowing as he peers at the plants there. Of course, there are bees on those, too, busily working away to keep the herbs and vegetables pollinated. "There were some at the last monastery I used to sit and meditate by, I used to half fancy I could hear them talking..." He's not sure if it was just his imagination, but he's not willing to discount that he might have actually heard them, either.