Firekeeper was more confused than ever. Bees weren't happy... they were bees. They existed, and were necessary, and sometimes they stung. She cocked her head, a strangely dog-like gesture. Or, to be more precise, wolf-like.
Dean's explanation made slightly more sense. Not much, but slightly. She still didn't get the connection. "Have money," she said suddenly, remembering the wad of cash that she'd acquired in the week or so that she and Blind Seer had been out of the park. She fished it out from the pocket of the stained, torn cutoff trousers that she wore. "Not need. We not need be thieves."