my cup of tea

The laugh itself seemed to loosen some of the tension from his shoulders, like a weight that was gradually being lifted. Twig had a way of doing that so easily, far more easily than most wolves.. except maybe one, but he was determined to keep those thoughts from his mind now. That certain someone elicited just as many bad feelings as good ones sometimes, though he had a feeling that was more to do with his own mind than anything external. Focusing on their interesting little hunt would keep his mind rightfully occupied for now though, and he found himself grinning as she said he'd really like it. He had no doubt he would. Even if it tasted bad, honestly; everything he did with her he seemed to enjoy quite a bit, so he wasn't too worried.

But the bees? Okay, maybe he was a little worried about that part. "How do you think we'll get it?" If it was inside a tree, well... he really wasn't sure. "Maybe if one of us gets the bees going out of the hive...?" Twig was the faster of the two, but the thought of making her try to run off some bees wasn't a pleasant one to him. Then again, neither was having her stick her nose right into an angry beehive. He cringed at the thought, though padded toward the trees she had gestured toward. He really wasn't sure though, and he had no doubt Twig was craftier than he was in this regard, because he was at a loss.

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