"So was it a hound wave that got out of control or did you try to fight a giant with three sticks and a football helmet?" Wilson presses, spotting Maxwell's embarrassment. "Bee Queen? Those flying robotic eyeballs you told me about?"

Bee Queen has a respectable pile of Wilson skeletons to her name, perhaps even more so than theoretically fiercer monsters like the Dragonfly. He has a bad habit of trying to goad her into fighting the seasonal giants, which almost never works, and every time he's tried to organise a fight against her with less than three other armed survivors backing him up it's ended with them scraping each other off the ground. He knows enough to run for his life if the Dragonfly gets up from her lava pools to chase him.