Gone were the days when young bees called me "Drone" and told me to fuck off! Now I was beloved by all!
I beamed and waved back at my girls as I flew by.
"Keep up the good work!" I shouted.
Hammer-Hammer-23 brought me to finished storage cells. Half of them were empty, but the other half was filled with hundreds of units' worth of honey and dried meat.
And while I sat in an empty cell, still chewing on that jerky, two bees flew up to me with excited expressions.
"Father! Father, you are here!"
"Father, do you need anything?"
Chief Builder B666666 and Chief Warrior Spiky. One was here to build this camp, another was to make sure it was well-guarded.
"Hew, I wash gowing tho winf wu—" I swallowed the half-chewed jerky, "I was going to find you after a snack."
B666666 got closer.
"Was your journey safe? I hope you like the things my subordinates built! I made them *especially* neat!"