"I'm not maternal, I've just been spending too much time with Cyrus and I'm turning Jewish." It's a Cyrus thing, then. A food thing, an ethnic thing. He's a feeder; can't be helped. Certainly not her responsibility. She needs a father as much as Chuck needs Lily. "Come on, I see kugel," she says, and for the first time in history Blair Waldorf drags someone to the buffet. Can you see them yet? The way the stars are lining up? The way she opens herself up to love, to acceptance, to the possibility of a Serena life? Serena, who never has to watch herself because it always works out; who doesn't mainline self-control until she's contracted to a single point, like a black hole? Joyful, unhurried, unworried, able to feel and to nurture and to care without wondering how she'll pay later? That is Cyrus's gift to her: Not enough.
"I found that sermon surprisingly thought-provoking," Cyrus is saying. "All that stuff about life, and death, and our time on earth being so fleeting..." Eleanor feeds him. Again. Eleanor feeds him, smiling: "Darling, it's a funeral. What was he supposed to talk about, the stock market? What's the best pizza in town? Although that is quite good," she says, tasting the food with him. "No, I know. But I want to get married!" Eleanor grins indulgently and says she does too: "That's why we're engaged." Cyrus stamps his little foot: he means now. Blair whirls from the kugel to stare at him, as he says he wants to get married tomorrow. She joins her mother in a chorus of No. "Why not? Life is so short, it's all uncertain. I don't want to live another day without being your husband! What do you say?" More life, he says. Not enough, he says. Why wait, he says. And Blair hears every word.
"She says that's crazy," Blair hisses, and Eleanor agrees, but he's a lawyer, it's not in his blood to stop now. "Well, we'll do it at the apartment, just the family. Simple, elegant, fast." Eleanor begins to sway, to be swayed, and sees how this could be romantic, and Blair nearly claps her hands at them like last week: "Mother." Eleanor looks at her in surprise, a little of that warning, that steel, at her temples: "I thought you were supportive of this union?" Blair nods, hands open: "I am. As something that happens in a vague, far-off future that never really lands on me, because I'll be away at college. Not as what I'm doing tomorrow at seven o'clock..." Jenny enters as Cyrus's mouth opens wide: "Candlelight! That's perfect!" Blair rolls her eyes and Eleanor says she has nothing to wear for tomorrow; Jenny helpfully pipes up and offers to make something: "What'd you have in mind?"