"Regardless," Susan says, redirecting her attention back to the task at hand. "Lancelot has been contemplative since his own return to childhood, as well as seeing you as a child." She pauses, buying some time for thought as she skirts around a puddle, considering how much or how little she ought to divulge, then says, "I believe he's contemplating the sort of things he might want, absent the environment of Camelot."