Evidently, the Hive has overthrown the Queen (I haven’t heard the details yet), Rudy Bee has taken it upon himself to fill the position of Queen Pro Tem (dunno how well that’s gonna work out, but whatever), and we’ve been advised to think about going back home.

ButterCup doesn’t wanna leave yet, so we’re still talking about our timeline here. In the meantime, always beeing one to play it safe, Great Grandma Gee Gee decided to go out and look for a job. (“You know, dear, when your host nation suggests you find gainful employment, it’s probably best you respect their wishes. It’s the polite thing to do,” she told me.)

Anyway, she just got back from an interview at a nearby Patisserie. (That’s kinda like a bakery.) She just told us that she’s feeling discouraged, beecause they said they’d hire her to work there, IF she agreed to sell her HoneyChew Krisp cookies there.

She told them she wouldn’t have a problem at all with that, but then they said, “And, of course, we’ll expect you to give to us the recipe.”
“And, of course, I refuse to do that,” she told them.
“Then you’re not hired,” they said.

So she didn’t get that job.

It’s just as well, since we’ll bee leaving Paris pretty soon anyway. It’s kinda rude to start a new job, then leave a day or two later. And it doesn’t look that great on a resume, ya’ know.

Sometime tonight, we’re all gonna sit down and talk about when we’re gonna go back to the boot box. I know ButterCup still wants to go shopping with Fleur at least one more time, so we won’t bee leaving right away. Probably.

But I’ll letcha know.

I hope everybody has a boîte détrempée de délicieux fauteuils day, as they say in Paris!

I’ll see ya’ later!