The mind, some what begrudgingly, relayed the greeting of the very lax border control of the rest of the crew while the bees rummaged around in the glove compartment for the Newletter from earlier, circling the help wanted ad they had come for and held it in front of the phone speaking bee.

[color=8E2EF9][b]”If this lot are any indication I imagine the party is not the kind that requires formal suits, but as Elarin pointed out, cloths will be provided.”[/b][/color]

The Bee, maintaining a calm and stern demeanor even in the face of complete amateurism, continued.

[color=F7DC6F]"The Quest For Flavor is here responding to a request for help listed in the Space Friends Newsletter regarding one Zane Heron’s request for a help in, and I quote ‘throwing the greatest party of the season’ end quote. Do we have permission to land?"[/color]    

Various tiny fingers where jabbed first at the name of the requester, then at a map followed by improvised looks of confusion and searching for him 

[color=F7DC6F]"Also if you know where lives then giving that information to us would be most helpful in getting our mission underway"[/color]  

The Bee finished dryly.

(If the rest of the crew had any questions then the bee was ready to relay them, or they could just grab the phone, though that would be a bit rude)