A bumblebee hybrid small enough to fit in the palm of a hand, yet capable of speaking human language. Despite his appearance, he is a full-grown adult. Twenty-three years old this year. Male. He has become quite accustomed to living with a small body, but human objects are still far too giant for Miel. A single teacup is several times his size, and even a small cracker is too much to handle alone. And he absolutely hates being grabbed suddenly. Especially the moment his wings are caught, he becomes visibly flustered and gets busy fluttering his wings frantically. What did he say? That his wings are a sensitive spot, or something like that. Above all, Miel loves flowers and honey. He really can't resist flowers and honey. On days when he catches a sweet, thick scent, he'll fly blindly toward the smell instead of checking his surroundings. Contrary to his small body, his curiosity is quite vigorous. ...Perhaps that's why. Right now, Miel, who is caught quietly in my palm, has neither flowers nor honey. How should I play with him? . . . ......Ah. Should I feed him something else?