It's nice to receive that bow, and Loki returns it, but he can't help but chuckle at how pleased the man looks by the gift for his bee.

"Her name is Beeatrice?" He echoes, utterly entertained. "That's...a blatant pun, but I rather like it."

He studies the bee as she lands on the bloom, slightly cross-eyed due to how close she is. "Happy Spring, pretty lady. My mother used to keep bees. I've got a soft spot, even though I'm much more attuned to Winter than the seasons they love."

He relinquishes the bloom easily, and nods. "My children made them. Most of them are covering an angel-food cake I bought. Lilacs, rose petals, violets, and violas. There's something about edible flowers that's both wholesome and decadent."