“Um…Dimples?” she asked. “Dimples, do you read me?” She heard a short crackle of static, Ezekiel’s faint reply. “Lemon? Is everything okay?” “Um, that depends. What do bees eat?” “…What?” “Seriously, what do they eat?” “Well, I’m not an expert or anything. But I think they probably eat honey?” “…Not people?” “Nnnno. I think it’s safe to assume they don’t eat people. Dare I ask why?”
