Sunshine raises her eyebrows, considering. "Why is yours a dog instead of a bee?" Why hers isn't a dog is anyone's guess; she's not really a dog person, but it's not like she's a carthaginian bee person, either. She sees plenty of them buzzing around Yolande's garden, but that's about the extent of her personal experience with them.

"Maybe they're all different," she guesses as Fausta emerges from beneath the table, Modomnoc once again perched near the front of her snout. She thinks, fleetingly, of those tricks some dogs do where they balance a treat on their nose and catch it in their mouths… but Fausta's been nothing but sweet. She wouldn't hurt her bee, regardless of how close to her teeth he chose to hang out. Right? Right.

Sunshine stands and stretches, then pushes her chair back in. "I'm for going outside." More sun, for one thing.