“Aww *man*. And I was just getting use to the cackling…”
“Humansville,” Baker Bloch spoke to the freshly landed Hucka Doobie beside him. “Must mean *something*.”
“Yeah,” said the bee person, staring around. “Should I take a seat? Will this take *long*?”
“No. Shouldn’t,” a mildly disappointed Baker Bloch responded, hoping to encounter more enthusiasm from his best and oldest friend. Besides Baker Blinker of course, who really doesn’t count.
“I’ll take one anyway,” Hucka Doobie stated, knowing Baker Bloch like she did. This might take a short time, but probably not short enough. Best to take it all in while reclining. “I wonder if there’s any objects offering drinks around here?” she then queries after sitting.
They both scan the area now, with nothing that looks like a drink machine or dispenser around. “So… this is the new continent,” Hucka speaks after the pause, licking her lips at the same time. So dry.
“Queer name. I wonder how they came up with it?”
“And sims like *Humansville*. On the opposite side of Polk County from Gold… *Tin*.”
“Tin Town, yeah. I see. Like the first post of… is this the new novel?”
“Suppose it has to be, Hucka D. *We’re* here. Talking.”
“Doesn’t have to be. We could just be chatting off the record, as it were. How do you determine what is a legitimate post and what is not? A metaphysical question, I know, but, after all, I’m the spiritual guru for the blog. I’ve been around a long time. Over a decade.”
“I know you have, Hucka Doobie. And I thank you for your service to the blog. It has been *invaluable*.”
“Thank you. Good to be appreciated.” She licks her lips again. “But I don’t think there’s anything *per se* in this Humansville. No Uncle Joe (laugh), no Aunt Zoe (chuckle).”
“When did you start laughing parenthetically, Hucka?”
A sound happened behind them. Keys jiggling. Someone was trying to open a door. “Who’s that?” she asks before turning.