Bianca didn't land anywhere with daisies where she can pull off the petals and count, so she's making do with a palm frond.

A nice tidy resolution for one cliffhanger (well, not literally "tidy", crunched Beings are a mess), and a quick reminder that, hey, we still had this other one pending.

[SCREECH]

Patrick: He did tell you we’d get you.

Bianca: “I’m being”, “my Being” . . . “I’m being”, “my Being” . . .

[CRUNCH]

Emma: — —— — — —- —– —— —

Bianca: . . . say that again?

Emma: Wait — did the battle just happen?

Bianca: Did it ever. I got left on a major cliffhanger in the middle of that sentence.