[ 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

[ It's a sweet answer that absolutely aggravates her. Hap definitely wants to be generous, a gentleman. Bella believes that. Exhibit A: the soap. But he can turn generosity into grievance so damn fast your head would spin -- exhibit B: the way his whole demeanour towards her changed at the hangar when he clocked that she'd considered running. How's she supposed to interpret the sincerity of two words on a note?

Trying to exist in some kind of quantum uncertainty state where she both believes that he won't ever call this in as a debt, and believes that he'll call it in when he feels justified to use it against her, is exhausting to even contemplate. She makes the active decision to believe him, and takes the note back to her room to prove it later.

That probably undercuts the idea that she believes him. Oh well.

A few days later she puts up on the fridge: ]

STIR FRY?
Soy sauce
Garlic
Ginger
Fish sauce
Sesame oil
Siracha