Something about his earnestness made Susan smile. There was something almost childlike about it, even though there was nothing childlike about Charles himself. It was a different sort of earnestness than Camilla's, certainly, even if in some ways they suggested one another.

"I might have to try a piece of one, maybe," she said, somewhat doubtful. "Though I think it might wind up with nougat on the 'not a chance' list." There were few things Susan genuinely hated, but nougat was one of them.