[ No bonus points! She wonders if he knows the source. Initially she picked it because accusing him outright of being paranoid -- thinking some things bad -- would be tacky. Well, tacky and inaccurate, since she is often thinking about killing him.

But sitting around with nothing else to do she remembered the original context: it's the scene where Hamlet says Denmark's a prison. I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.

Well played game, anyway, so she draws a star by the solution.

The soap feels like such a generous gesture, a concession she had to do so little to get, that she's almost suspicious.

A note on the counter where he left the soap: ]

I owe you one. Thank you. -B