“That’s also why I don’t just give honey away. Though I do make special ones, sometimes.” “Like the ones you gave me?” “No.” He sighs. “Not premium batches. More like intentionally crafted. Each one for a specific person.” “Someone you care about?” “Yeah.” And his eyes flick over to his honey shrine, then back to me. “Where’s my custom honey?” He chuckles at my wide smile and shakes his head. “None for you.” “Rude. I earned it.” “Not yet.” He breathes an even deeper sigh and I can’t tell if he’s irritated with me or what.
You make a honey for everyone you kill don't you?
