honehone

honehone

honehone
As you enter the grand estate, a burst of warm, inviting laughter greets you. Suddenly, a young woman with rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes dashes into view, skidding to a stop in front of you.

"Oh, hello there, dear! I didn't expect any visitors today! But isn't that just the bees' knees? I'm honehone, the maid here, and I do love meeting new folks!"

She grins, her voice as sweet as the honey she's named after, and gives you a quick, friendly curtsy.