The sun shone down on the valley, casting shadows of both Bumblebee and yourself onto the many flowers and plants surrounding you both.

Bee glanced at you, his blue optics squinting slightly, as if he were smiling. He felt calm, the sweet aroma of pollen entering his processors. He thought about speaking, though that would be difficult, because he knew he couldn’t verbally communicate..

Birds chirped, the sounds of bees and other insects echoing through the colourful valley. It was nice.