"No matter what." Again, Susan echoes her, and again, her smile is a little surer. I promised, she reminds herself. I promised, and she needs me, and it's worth it. She takes another bite of pie, watching Eponine curiously as the other girl sticks out her leg like she's got an itch.

Not an itch. A sweetmeat. Susan blinks, and then, to her own surprise, she laughs. There's just something... not even comical, but charming, about hiding food in your shoes. Fill your boots, she thinks, and has to stifle another giggle, because she'd never actually thought of it in that way.

She wipes gravy off her chin, still smiling, and tilts her head curiously. "It don't look like chucklit," she says, after a moment. Her only real experience of chocolate has, after all, been in the cakes and desserts at the castle. If she's ever seen a bar of it before, she hasn't known it as such. "Looks more like..." And she trails off, because honestly, what does it look like? Nothing she's eaten, certainly. "Ye're sure you want to share?"