The turnovers are in the oven and the soup needs at least that much time to simmer. Susan goes to give it one more stir and adjust the temperature, retrieves a timer from a drawer, sets it, and slips it into her pocket, and then takes Lancelot's hand to draw him into the parlor across the hall so that they might sit. As she bustles about, she says, "I don't think it's ridiculous, sweetheart. I rather think it's... new."