Susan relents. "I do," she says; of the two of them, she's the one likely to jump into bed with someone new at the first opportunity (Janet, somehow, excepted). "And if you've got any concerns or questions about such progressions, I'm happy to talk through them with you. If you'd rather not, that's fine too, of course," she hastens to add. "I could speak, instead, on the marvel of having so many vegetables to work with again."