A courier delivers a parcel to Max at home one afternoon. The contents are a pair of jars; one contains strained honey. The other, raw honey with a nice chunk of comb. The top of each jar is marked by a wax seal--beeswax, undoubtedly. The seal is in the shape of a bee with feathered wings.
"Huh? Who sent this?" Max murmurs to himself as he inspects the jars, turning them over to see if there's some kind of signature on the bottom. No. Nothing there, either. And no note.
"Damn... I wish I knew who to thank for this." Fresh honey, what a treat! If only he could pay them back somehow...
If they wanted that, they'd have sent a note, he concludes. He'll use the honey happily, and wish whoever was kind enough to give it to him well.
The honey itself has a calming effect. Not like a depressant or sedative type of calming, but it clears up stormclouds in the mind as much as a loving hug and kiss on the forehead might.
Also, jars with the same seal are sold in the local stores. If Max should happen to ask around, they're apparently from Kasprak farm.
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Date: 2024-05-22 05:12 am (UTC)There is no note.
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Date: 2024-05-31 01:55 am (UTC)"Damn... I wish I knew who to thank for this." Fresh honey, what a treat! If only he could pay them back somehow...
If they wanted that, they'd have sent a note, he concludes. He'll use the honey happily, and wish whoever was kind enough to give it to him well.
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Date: 2024-05-31 02:10 am (UTC)Also, jars with the same seal are sold in the local stores. If Max should happen to ask around, they're apparently from Kasprak farm.