"Hey, Tigger?" Pooh said, interuppting himself from his eating of his honey.
"Yeah, Pooh?" Tigger replied.
"Do you know, um, where I could get more honey? I seem to be...running out," Pooh said, squinting down into the dark pot.
Tigger sighed and slapped his palm to his face.
"Don't worry, Pooh. I'm sure dere'll be some when we get to da location. Wherever dat is," Bugs reassured from his seat.