"I am serious," he remarked, though the playful lilt to his tone suggested he wasn't deathly so.

"I prefer using beeswax to tallow whenever I can. And I suspect a handsome bear may crave the occasional honey comb."

Ladling the soup into their bowls, he passed Arthur his lunch and made himself comfortable at his lover's side. Whether they stayed or moved on, settled or wandered, he'd be content any which way. But he would hardly object to living somewhere as beautiful as the very place he found Arthur again. The jagged hills and valleys must be truly stunning in the spring and summer.