Florian lets out a long, exasperated sigh and turns to walk away. “Fine, fine. I will go do your busy work for you, I suppose.” Polina’s right eye twitches as Florian stalks away. “Hey, Florian! You’re going to be dead soon, so maybe try to make something of yourself before then?” Florian whirls around to shoot her four middle fingers. I choke on my own saliva. Okay, so apparently that gesture means something in honeybee fae society, too. Good to know. If this is considered fae humor, then I am seriously screwed.
