The Grand Strategist

"I want my name to be Bloodhero! It's the most fitting, since all Warrior Bees are heroes and there's always blood." Military Adviser exclaimed.

I blinked.

"Huh?"

"My name should be 'Researchina'. It's the most fitting, too. I'm sure you understand why, Father," the Science Adviser said.

"Things-Things. That will be me. Like 'things', but twice!"

"I want to be called Workharder, so whenever someone sees me, they think 'this is Workharder' and remember to work harder."

"I've already approved these names. They are easy to remember and very telling," Ambrosia said. "But I'm satisfied with the one I have right now."

I stared at my bees, utterly stupefied. They looked back at me with hopeful expressions—except for the Science Adviser. The Science Adviser stood like she didn't need my approval at all.

Several seconds passed like this while I sorted out my emotions. Finally…