Sylvia smiled a bit wider as Frank shook his head. It was always nice to see a man downplay his intelligence. Though she did believe Frank was much smarter than he liked to give himself credit for. His confidence seemed to be a bit lacking. Sylvia would have to dig a little deeper to find out why exactly. " Everyone's always trying to sound smart, they always want to be right."
Kids. Ew. Sylvia could never imagine herself as a mother to anything other than her bees. What a process. The whole pregnancy and giving birth, not to mention rearing another human being for so long. She was glad she had never conceived. It gave her more time to dedicate toward her passion, bees.
Sylvia nodded politely, "They do grow up fast, ooohhh a little one, do you have any photos?" she asked sweetly. People really liked to show off their family photos. She had learned that over countless years at beekeeping seminars. Usually the best mettilogists had no children, or spouse, just their bees.
Sylvia was kind of taken aback as Frank got overwhelmed with emotion. His eyes teared up a bit as he continued to talk about his grand baby. Sylvia put her hand on his shoulder, " It's okay, I know it can be hard to leave your family. They must be very proud of you, being a pioneer in science and all up here on [REDACTED]. Do they have any plans to visit?"
Sylvia still wasn't quite sure how or if that process had been figured out. She hadn't really dwelled too much on it. Her focus had been more on her mission than if there would be a family day on [REDACTED].