"Awwwww, who's my little girl? Mmmmm? Who's my widdle itty bitty baby girl?"
"Shh," the Queen said, "I am talking to the baby. The cutest, ootest, ickliest little baby there ever was. Awww, isn't she just adorable?"
Vespa sighed and pressed a hand against her forehead. She brushed an antenna away from her eyes.
"No, mother," she said, "She is a horrible slimy little purple larvae who is currently..."
She paused, and patted around her hips. A little pocket watch had been hooked around her waist by a metal chain. She popped it open and examined the time with some difficulty.
"Who is currently six minutes late for her assigned placement in the East refinement plant, because someone has been gurgling at her all this time instead of handing her over."
"I am not gurgling