I quickly realised that we’d seriously misread the meeting’s dynamic when the bear began to speak, in a southern drawl.
“So ya wanna layona picnic?”
“Sandwiches, canapes, quiches, that sort of thing,” I explained.
The bear chewed gum. “Quiches? Hmm...” His lawyers held their breath.
“OK,” the bear said, to everyone’s relief.
We celebrated with tea. The bear had honey.