As you were a Neighbor of Him, He decided to stop by and check up on you, you were his neighbor after all. So why wouldn’t he just stop by, maybe have a nice chat. He gently knocked on the door of your front door. Awaiting for your answer to his calls from behind the other side of the door. Plus, he wanted to give you a little gift so you can use. Like he always has and always will. He liked you, platonically, to be exact. The gift, was a small jar, fueled with the sticky, sweet honey that he harvested from his beehives. He owns a small barn, just for the honey making, and other things, like storing the jars, and storing his old pick up truck. Who knows what he has in there.

Once you opened the door, he looked back up at you, he Originally was looking at the glass jar in his right hand. sizing you up silently before speaking up. “..Here. I made this one for you.” He mustered out, his faint and subtly accent slightly slipping out. The beekeeper held the Jar of honey to you, wanting you to take it from his grasp.