[ Rhy laughs. She has an interesting accent, a sweet sort of lilt to it, and calling him honeybee is so amusing and surprising, he doesn't quite know what to do with it. First time anyone's called him that, at least. Here, Rhy has gotten used to being treated with respect, sometimes even a touch of reverence, but Summoned are not royals; the way people treat him in Castle Thorne is far from what he's used to, and the other Summoned have no reason nor need to acknowledge social standing from worlds not even their own. Rhy is not offended; he understands, tries to fit into the culture, tries to learn about the other places he's never been to where all these others came from.
So he doesn't balk or miss a beat, reaching out for one of the cups without further ado, letting her serve him whatever it is without question. It's the Horizon anyway; if he hates it, he can discreetly change the taste and no one will be the wiser. ]
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So he doesn't balk or miss a beat, reaching out for one of the cups without further ado, letting her serve him whatever it is without question. It's the Horizon anyway; if he hates it, he can discreetly change the taste and no one will be the wiser. ]
Jungle juice. What a name! And yours?
A flower of some sort, to draw a honeybee?