Oh, good. Cocoa just isn't cocoa unless it's among friends. [He follows after her with a light grin on his face. He now had bees for the honey harvest. Bees that could never die. Bees that would make honey for Chuck's cup-pies even without her being here. It was almost as good. And he hadn't even been scared... really.]
then I guess we'll have to pick something else :|a