Susan, who of course notices the flicker of Lancelot's expression, bites delicately into the strawberry, letting its tart-sweet juice spread over her tongue and licking a droplet away from the corner of her mouth. Her second bite finishes the berry, and she lets her lips drag against the pads of Lancelot's fingers with it.

Then she says, with a carefully-constructed blitheness, "I think we've done quite well on that front, don't you? Before I met you, I couldn't fathom wanting to live with anyone else, and now I can't imagine ever again wanting to live apart - I credit that, at least in part, to our arrangement; I'm so pleased you thought to ask whether we ought to keep on. I find--" she tilts her chin up, watching his expression "--When we started, I knew only that I liked you and wanted to see what might happen between us. I believe I might've been stumbling, at least a little." Possibly a lot. "You know how I'd not been in anything defined as a relationship before." If the phrasing on this last is unclear, it's because she's still not entirely certain how to characterize what Miriam was to her, back in London. "And now I find what we've got has surpassed my every expectation and then some. I'm so pleased you've got Laertes and Grantaire, and I've got Janet and my little flings, and most of all I'm pleased we've got each other."

She isn't being terribly successful at getting to the point, is she? She clears her throat and says, "I suppose what I'm trying to ask is, what would you like our future to hold?"