my cup of tea

Corvus teased her lightly but his smile and huge grin was enough for Twig to be emboldened as well. Their prize would be well worth the effort and the pain from the stinging insects. Maybe they deserved the stings too, with how they were stealing from them. ”We’ll be alright.” She promised before lifting herself onto her tippy toes to offer him a sweet kiss before the main event. Hopefully his lips wouldn’t be too swollen for more of them, or honey, after all was said and done.

”Maybe not the whole hive, but a comb or two for sure.” She told him confidently as she revealed her hunting knife. It would be easier if she had his help cutting the comb but she’d take distracting the bees. She grinned like made as go time finally came, and bravely her strong man moved forward and began to harass the hive. Twig stood back a little so she wouldn’t distract the wrath of the swarm. Poor Corvus would quickly suffer a few stings, but before she knew it he was off.

Twig swept in with her knife and after carefully dissecting a bit of paper on the outside she struck gold. More than a few stings after she started cutting Twig dropped her knife and grabbed the huge chunk of honeycomb and booked it away from the hive. She squealed excitedly through her teeth, feeling the few dozen stings around her face thrum as she ran. Eventually the bees would cease their pursuit, but Twig wasn’t stopping anytime soon.