Susan rewards his work with a kiss to the cheek. "Find some accompaniments that you might want with a sandwich?" she asks him, going to slather the bread with condiments and then stuff it with the chicken, cheese, and salad. "I fancy some gherkins, if you can find them, but we ought to have other things, too." It's not even lunchtime yet; she just plans to stay with him as long as he can stand it and is provisioning them accordingly.