With the lunch plans settled and stomachs full, the group prepared to depart. As Ethan stood to pay the bill, Blanche hopped down from her chair, clutching her small ceramic bowl and a pair of chopsticks. She began marching toward the kitchen area.
Ethan raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Blanche, what are you doing? You liked the food so much you’re planning to steal the tableware?"
Blanche gave him an indignant huff, her pigtails swaying. She ignored him, trotting toward a startled waitress. With a look of extreme solemnity, she held the bowl up as high as her short arms could reach.
"Sister," she chirped, "I’m all done!"
The waitress blinked, looking down at the empty bowl. "Oh... do you want a refill, little one?"
Blanche shook her head vigorously. "Nope. I’m givin'
