After finishing her dinner and taking care of business in the privy, Blanche emerged with a look of profound resolution. She had made a decision, one she’d apparently reached while singing in the bathroom. She walked over to the coffee table, picked up the spirit-infusion glass vessel containing the remaining peanuts, and thrust it toward Ethan Gray.
"Mister, this is for you," she said, her voice unusually solemn. "To say thank you for the big dinner. You can have all my treasures."
She then launched into a flurry of high-pitched praise for his cooking. She told him, with wide eyes and frantic hand gestures, that those were the best noodles she’d ever had in her life. She was particularly impressed by the "ga-ga" and the "fishy-fish"—her umbrella term for the shrimp, apparently consideri
