Okay, so where was I? (sorry if I seem Slightly Forgetful…
I’m still feeling some of the Weird After-Effects of Persisting in a Persistent Coma for as long as I did. Ph.Bee, the Hive Doctor, told me they call it "Post-Persistent Coma Chronically Weird-After-Effects Long-Hauler’s Syndrome", or “PPCCWAELHS”, for short…I’ve heard it can last for months).

Okay, so where was I? Oh yeah, I was about to tell you that it was quite awhile beefore we managed to get to ButterCup’s Place. It was quite awhile after it had gotten Dark already, the Temperature had Dropped to an Uncomfortably Low Number (I don’t know what, since my Thermometer is in my ShoeBox with that Wasp), and it felt like Potato, my Certified Emotional Support/Service LadyBug and I had just about frozen our Antennae off by the time we got there.  

Okay fine, I almost froze mine off - Potato doesn't have any Antennae, so she just mostly complained of her Shell getting chilly...which reminds me - I think I need to ask her how she lost her Antennae.

I should probably Mention that it's starting to get Highly Chilly at Night these days, so it's basically not a Good Idea to bee running around in the Dark like that, at least not without a Suitable Jacket. (I have a Suitable Jacket, but it’s in my ShoeBox with that Wasp. I hope he’s not wearing it.)

Anyway, I’m just glad we made it without Freezing to Death.

So when we got there, I rang ButterCup’s Doorbell. It seemed to take awhile, but she finally opened her Door.
“It’s about time you showed up, Georgie. I was about to send out some Drones to track you down. And who is this with you?” she asked.
“This is my Emotional Support/Service LadyBug, Potato,” I told her.
“Potato?” ButterCup looked at her. “That’s seriously her Name?”
“Yes,” Potato said to her. “That’s my actual Name. I was named after my Late Step-Sister, Potato Bug. And why is everybody so Skeptical that my Name is Potato? What is that all about?”
“Wow! She talks!” ButterCup buzzed.
“Oh for crying out loud,” Potato started to say, but I interrupted her, since I could tell Potato might bee getting mad.
“Excuse me,” I said, “but if you don’t mind my saying so, I think it would bee better if we all got off on the Right Foot here and Avoid getting into any Huge Arguments.”
“We’re not Arguing,” ButterCup buzzed back, “but it does seem as if your LadyBug is a bit Short-Tempered.”
“She’s Tired,” I informed ButterCup, “and she’s Cold. For that matter, so am I. Maybee you could invite us in?”
“Us?” ButterCup asked.
“Yes, Potato and me,” I told her.
“Quite frankly, Georgie, I was only expecting you to bee staying here with me while you get your Affairs in Order. I hadn’t planned on you bringing this LadyBug with you. Is she even Certified?”
ButterCup was looking at Potato in what I’d hafta’ call a Suspicious Manner. “You know I can’t bee Illegally Harbouring any UnCertified Emotional Support/Service LadyBugs into my Place.”
“Of course she’s Certified,” I said, then I gave Buttercup Potato’s Certificate of Certification. She looked it over, and finally said, “Fine. So come in already - you’re letting all the Warm out.”

So we did that.

ButterCup’s Place is not a very Large Place, but it's Large enough for the three of us to fit into without running out of Oxygen too quickly. And it's Warm which is also a good thing, especially now that it's mostly Highly Chilly outside, as I think I probably mentioned already.

Anyway. Potato and I were Significantly Weary after our Long Day's Journey into Night, so after ButterCup graciously shared some Nectar Tea and a few Pollen Puffs with us, she showed us to our Respective Corner Sleeping Areas, and we went straight to Sleep (as if I haven't been Asleep long enough already...seriously now, why would I ever feel Sleepy again? But I did). 

I mostly sure we all Slept pretty Soundly, though I hafta say that I never knew until now that LadyBugs Snore. How Irritating is that? ButterCup even mentioned it the next Morning. “We’re going to have to do something about Potato’s Snoring, at least if you want to stay here.”

Of course, Potato heard what ButterCup said, then gave her a Dirty Look. “I’m not the only one around here who Snores,” she said. After that, ButterCup and Potato just kind of started Glaring at each other.

I have to say that it really Bothered me that ButterCup and Potato weren’t getting along all that well so far, so I suggested that since I’d heard it was supposed to bee a nice, warm, Sunny Day out, that we should all go out to Lousy Louie’s for a Brunch. “My Treat,” I said.

“Fine,” ButterCup said. “Fine,” Potato said.
“Fine,” I said, “So let’s go,” which is what we did.

When we got to Lousy Louie’s, we were Greeted by the Maitré Bee and shown to our Table (which luckily was right by the Bathrooms again). Almost immediately, our Servers, Orson and Eitherson, showed up and took our Beverage Orders (Peach Blossom Nectar Fizzes for ButterCup and me, and a Capful of Sparkling Sugar Water for Potato).

I figured it would bee a few minutes beefore our Beverages showed up - and I figured that maybee it would bee a Good Idea to give ButterCup and Potato some Alone Time to beecome more Well-Acquainted - so I excused myself to go to the Bathroom. You wouldn’t beelieve what was waiting for me what I got back. But sorry … I have a Highly Pressing Engagement at the moment, and I’m almost Late for that, so you’ll hafta’ wait to hear all about that until the next time I see you.