Northstar Vale lightning

"They eat the yummy nectar from plants..." She began, her voice dipping in a humdrum way as if this would be the most boring lesson ever, until— “… and then, they go home, and throw it up and it makes honey.”

A sideways glance given, a brow arched—wondering if the thought of a bee puking up it’s food was enough to grab the amusement of the little cub.