Susan, however, is not very reassured. But she believes that being in her room will do more good than harm; it's best that he not form any negative associations with it. "We shall stop by the kitchen on the way," she says, firmly, even though every kitchen is rather out of the way. Then she steps away from Lancelot, squares her shoulders, glares at the door to the store-room, and yanks it open again. This time, at least, it produces the basket she's looking for now; she takes the basket in one hand and wraps the other around Lancelot's arm.