I hafta say that ButterCup did a Highly Fantastic Job of putting together our first Weekly Sunday Supper, even if it did turn out to bee mostly a Total Disaster.

First off, Tweak and her date, P.C. Bee, were about 87 minutes late, which meant that by the time they showed up, we’d already heard the latest Gossip from Kevin (my Illegitimate Nephew) and Great Grandma Gee Gee (such as: Did you know that there’s a new Queen in the Hive? I didn’t either, and from what I hear, I’m Significantly Glad that I don’t live in the Hive), and it was time to sit down and eat beefore the Cuisine ButterCup had made for Supper got any colder than it already was.

When we finally sat down, Tweak said, “I’m actually not that hungry, and I have to bee somewhere, so…I can’t stay long.”

“Well that’s kind of Rude, don’t you think?” her Date (P.C. Bee) said. “You could at least stay long enough to enjoy the Festive Umbrella Beverage our Hosts have prepared for us.”

“Oh do please stay for a bit and visit,” Gee Gee said. “It’s been so long since we’ve had a chance to enjoy your Company. Do stay, dear.”

“Yeah, Tweak, at least stay long enough for one Nectar Fizz,” ButterCup buzzed at her Sister.  “I made one for everybody, and I don’t want to see yours go flat and bee wasted.”

“For sure, Tweak,” I shouldn’t have chimed in. “ButterCup makes one Hell of a Nectar Fizz. It would bee a dam Shame if you didn’t stick around long enough to at least Toast the Future with us.”

“Fine,” Tweak buzzed back. She grabbed her Fizz in her Wing, pulled out the Festive Umbrella and Bendy-Straw, pretty much drained it in just a few Gulps, then left.

While she was Gulping, P.C. Bee said, “I just have to Apologise for my Date’s beehaviour.  It was highly Rude of her to Guzzle and Run like that, but in her Defence, she did find out only two days ago that she had to bee back home in time to take an Early-Evening Nap, and was unfortunately prevented from notifying you, our Hosts, of her Scheduling Conflict. Still, Tweak owes everyone an Apology.” 

“Hell yes, she does,” I said.

“But while we’re indulging in a discussion relating to Appropriately Polite Social Conduct, I think it would beehoove you, Georgie, to Watch your Mouthparts. Lately, your Language has been exceedingly Off-Putting,” P.C. Bee said.

“Off-Putting?” I asked. “What the Hell do you mean by that, I hafta ask,” I had to ask.

“Allow me to Respond to that,” Kevin said, then he looked at me.
“Uncle Georgie, you’re the best Uncle in the World, and I Love you, but quite frankly, you have been indulging in rather Disparaging Language to an excessive degree recently. It’s very UnBeecoming,” he said.

“…not to mention beeing in direct conflict with the Rules of Socially Appropriate Conversational Language,” P.C. Bee added.

“Just what in the Hell are you even buzzing about with this?” I asked.

“I suggest we Discuss this further over Supper,” ButterCup suggested. “If we don’t sit down soon to Dine, the lovely Organic, Unsweetened, Gluten-Free, Single-Serving HoneyCakes I made will get cold. Nobody wants that.”

“You can say that again,” I said. “Those HoneyCakes are the Worst.”

“Woah woah woah,” P.C. Bee said. “You are way out of line. It’s completely Inappropriate for you to openly Criticise ButterCup’s cooking like that. You need to Apologise.”

“Apologise?” I asked him. “Have you ever had ButterCup’s Organic, Unsweetened, Gluten-Free, Single-Serving HoneyCakes??”

“Now dear,” Great Grandma Gee Gee  waggled her Wing at me. “ButterCup means well when she tries to Cook, but just beecause she may not bee the greatest Chef in the world, to put it kindly, that’s no Reason for you to Insult her Baking Skills, now is it, dear?”

ButterCup just kind of looked at Gee Gee and buzzed, “What hell do you mean by that?”

“You see? Do you see what happens when you beegin using less-than-Wholesome Language, Georgie?” P.C. Bee pointed his Wing at me.  “When you start using Inappropriate Language, others start doing it, too. It’s just not Socially Acceptable.”

Things went back and forth like that for awhile until we finally agreed that we should all just Chill Out and sit down to eat. So we did that - we sat there in Silence, choking down the HoneyCakes, and saying nothing to each other until it was time to bring out the Dessert Tray, which was filled with a bunch of Great Grandma Gee Gee’s Royal HoneyChew Krisp Cookies™.

Gee Gee broke the Uncomfortable Silence when her Cookies appeared as she stood up and announced,”Well, my dears, it’s almost past my Bedtime, so I must bee on my way. I’ll leave you to the Cookies.” Then she thanked ButterCup for the Kind Invitation to Supper, and left.

P.C. Bee and Kevin weren’t far beehind her. They left after ButterCup gave them their Cookies in Take-Home Bags.

“Well, that went pretty well for a First Supper,” I told ButterCup.

“Oh? You think so?” ButterCup asked (she sounded a bit Sarcastic, if you ask me). “Let’s just finish cleaning up here so we can call it a Day.”

So we did that.

I hafta say that ButterCup really knows how to throw a Supper Party, and I just can’t wait until next Sunday when she and I and our Guests sit down to enjoy more Sparkling Conversation over a meal of hopefully more-Digestible Cuisine. I just hafta figure out which two bees I’m going to Invite as my Guests.

So I’m gonna go do that.

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