Susan worries about everything, and fussing is her primary way of communicating her care, but she wouldn't say that she worried disproportionately about this share of supplies.

"Pickles, tinned vegetables and fruits, preserves, sausages, coffee, flour, sugar, fat - I've only brought the essentials. And a batch of digestives. Sunny, you still like the sort of things you can sink your teeth into, yes? --Lancelot shall be along with the rest when he's done training," she tells Laertes and Sunny, doing some quick mental calculations. She has got time to visit for a little while, even with all of her other tasks for the day, and Lancelot already knows he oughtn't expect her at the cafe at their usual time. Everything else aside, she doesn't want to stand in the doorway. It's beastly cold out, and she shouldn't want all the heat to escape. "It does smell heavenly in here. It wouldn't be an imposition, given the month?"