"Let me guess, never had a God's honest education?" he asks. He leaves judgment outside the conversation because Dean didn't have a great one himself. He's street smart. School of hunting hard knocks. Fourteen's too young to be growing weed or getting any kind of that respect. But, Dean was too young once.

"Always wanted a bar of my own," he admits. "You uh making an offer? Are we doing this together, Givens?"