Susan considers this for a moment, then sighs. "Ye're right," she admits - but doesn't spit out the bon-bon in her cheek. Selling, trading, or whatever... sometimes none of it seems quite so important as just a moment of things being a little sweeter. She does fold the top of the bag over, though (realising with fascination that it's made of paper, or something very like paper) and, for want of anything better to do with it, holds it back out to Eponine. Probably that means she'll get less than her share of whatever comes of it, but she's had the sugar at least, and she's got a sense the other girl needs it more.

Also, she sees that embarrassment dawn on Eponine's face, and it makes her feel guilty, knowing that it's just what she'd hoped for.

"You should take 'em," she decides aloud, and adds, by way of conciliation, "Ye'll get a better price for 'em, anyroad." She's not entirely sure that's true - she's accompanied her father to enough horse fairs to consider herself at least a halfway-decent haggler - but it seems like it might be kindest to let Eponine be an expert at something in turn.