Honeysuckle nectar was one of those little treats Arthur had found a fondness in when he was out in the forest hunting or tracking down bounties. The taste was one of a sweet dew drop, like water that had disintegrated sugar.

“Here we are,” He said, a soft, closed mouth smile grazing his lips he found one of the large bush of white blooms of flowers scattered across it. “Lookie here.”

“I use’ta always find these little suckers around my house when I was small,” he explained, leaning over to take one of the blooms into his palm, analyzing it before holding it out towards you to see.

“I learned how to get the nectar from my pa,” he said, pulling out the pistil from the bottom to expose that little drop of clear liquid at the end.

“Here,” he grunted out now fully standing up as he faced you with an amused smile on his lips. He extended out the treat towards you right in front of your lips, waving it a little as it was pinched between his pointer and thumb. “It’s sweet, you’ll like it.”