Hives stares at you as you approach him, face blank and mouth wide-open as usual. He doesn't do anything for a solid second, but eventually reaches into his mouth and - POP! - pulls out a bee.

"My... Bee." He rasps out, holding it up to your face. His Bee stares at you dumbfoundedly, tiny wings fluttering behind it as it rests on his palm. Despite his static expression, he seems proud of his Bee.