[It wasn't often that Bell gave a complete answer. Youth didn't like the answer, but there was something slightly satisfying about knowing he couldn't push more on that topic.]

I am not an apple! I taste like an apple, but I am not one. [That was an important note to make, Youth felt.]

[For an unusually silent minute, Youth stared at Bell. It did actually sound final. For the first time in the conversation, Youth settled against the wall, though gingerly. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to rest for an hour. Or a half hour. He watched Bell with his turtle before reaching out to gently pet one of his turtle's legs.]

It is not turtle. But it feels like it is almost right. I do not know what to put with it to make his name correct.