"Aphids? Oh, *those*!" Pollenia perked up. "You want me to rule over their work camp? But what about my colony? This isn't how you told me it will go!"
"This is it—the camp will *become* your colony. You will get the bees you need and gradually build the place up. Then I will help you search for a good Drone…" I cringed. "Or maybe Amby will… Eh…"
"I understand." Pollenia nodded with a regal grace that copied Ambrosia's. "But it's not right for colonies to be so close to each other, Father. We will compete for flowers!"
"We won't, because your colony will keep aphids for food. See how it works out? And because we are this close, it will be easy to exchange items and workers. It will be like we were never apart! You will be able to visit your dear dad at any time!"
"Yes, yes, I shouldn't have doubted your ideas, Father… You really know best." Pollenia sounded unhappy about this.
I huffed and ruffled her hair in protest.