Lancelot has a stunning ability to blaze right past Susan's regimented approach to life. She'd felt guilty, at the start of Dark, that her focus on him pulled her from tasks that might have benefited them during the month of deprivation. Now she just wants to indulge. She lingers for a moment longer, then goes about transferring the pastries to a platter -- she leaves about half behind for anyone who might walk past feeling peckish -- and gathering up bowl and spoons.