The Sunspire And while I'm alive

Oh good, at least she didn't look like a complete monstrosity.  Her teenage vanity slightly appeased, she breathed with relief, then giggled a bit at Coelho's suggestion.  "Next time," she said, though she knew there wouldn't be one.  This had scared her off of honey for good... scared straight, completely.

"Though hiveth don't really have doorth do they? I gueth knockin on the tree?"  She mused aloud, too caught up in the natural puzzle of the concept to even notice her self-consciousness.