my cup of tea

They had emerged victorious, even if he was sure his face resembled one of those fat bees now. Okay, maybe it wasn't that bad but the swelling was no doubt visible, even to himself, who could see his swollen muzzle and cheeks. Oh well, it would go away soon enough and hopefully Twig would laugh at him in the meanwhile. Anything to get her to smile would be worthwhile, even through a low-to-moderate amount of pain. The bees luckily abandoned their pursuit before he calm to a halt, with Twig on his heels.

"Hey, you got some!" He cheered with a grin, his face visibly swollen but not enough to make his speech muffled. Luckily his running hadn't given them much time to string close to his lips, something he was infinitely thankful for. Twig's question was hardly able to be understood, with her mouth full of honeycombs, but he had to guess she was asking where they were going. Hmm... he hadn't thought that far ahead yet. Definitely not back to that tree, just in case the bees found them again. "I think the river is close," he speculated, lifting his head to sniff at the breeze. He took off at a brisk walk, searching for a spot alongside the gentle stream to sit and feast on their spoils. Once they were close he picked up the pace a bit, angling himself toward a tree that overlooked the river - it was a picturesque, shady spot that would no doubt be a good spot for them to share a moment together.