The Sunspire And while I'm alive

Coelho had never tasted the delicious ambrosia that was honey; she knew the reason one might seek a hive, but didn't understand the delicacy tied into it. Perhaps if she had known how delicious that golden syrup was, she might have nodded eagerly at the suggested 'next time'. As it was, she remained oblivious to the possibility there would not be a next time, and also oblivious to how sad a life was without honey in it.

She tilted her head as Maia pondered the nature of hives and their doorsteps - certainly, they probably didn't have welcome-mats for curious interlopers like them, and somehow, Coelho doubted they'd be the type of neighborly fellows to invite one over for tea. She shrugged; she supposed knocking on the tree was the best way to upset and wake the hive, but she wasn't going to say anything contrary. "Who knows," She rolled her shoulders, a beaming grin still on her muzzle -- "all I know is they don't like unexpected visitors dropping in. Did you guys at least get some honey? I've never had it.. not a fan of bugs that fly and sting at the same time.."