my cup of tea

Corvus seemed to relax a bit more than he seemed distracted. Twig grinned up at him, feeling her insides swim with warmth and happiness. She hadn’t felt like this in a long time, it felt like home, like safety, like it was meant to be. They had a task at hand though, and Twig couldn’t allow herself to focus too heavily on his handsome features or the way her stomach played host to fluttering butterflies.

Her partner drew up the most important question, how in the world were they going to actually harvest the honey? This was the moment that Twig wished she had a better grasp of fire. She’d heard that smoke was one’s best weapon against stinging insects, but all she had was her knife. Still useful but it wouldn’t protect her against the stings. She hummed lightly.

”Thankfully honey bees are not overly aggressive. Well. Most species.” She returned her features back to Corvus with a wink. ”My father built a fire underneath the hive to smoke the bees out when i saw him collect once.” She suggested. ”He made sure I didn’t get stung but i’m pretty sure he wasn’t as lucky.” Twig smiled at the thought of her father, someone who didn’t often make it to her mind. ”I guess we’d have to know how to build a fire first.” Her tail wagged mischieviously. ”Well, I’m not afraid of a few stings.” She told him bravely, suggesting they just go with his plan of distract and steal.
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