Elphaba Bees Cook

Then a Yunamata messenger came on swift leathery feet, arriving from the Pass behind them, to share the news that a body had been found at the base of a cliff. Perhaps it was the cook; it was thought to be a man, but the surface of the corpse was so swollen with lesions that the particulars were lost. 'It was the bees,' said someone, full of rage.

'Oh, was it?' came Elphie's calm voice. 'They've been asleep for so long. Wouldn't there have been screams if they'd attacked a man in the middle of the night? Did the bees sting his throat first, to swell his vocal cords shut? Very talented bees, those.'

'It was the bees,' was the mutter, and the implication was clear. You too.

'Oh, I forgot the size of the human imagination,' Elphie said meanly. 'How very large it is, after all.'

[...]

'I have no interior,' said Elphaba.

'Something told those bees to kill the cook,' said the Princess Nastoya, with a glitter in her eye. Elphaba felt herself go pale.

'I didn't!' she said. 'No, it couldn't have been me! And how did you know?'

'You did, on some level. You are a strong woman. And I can hear bees, you know. My ears are keen.'

- Wicked, Book 4