Susan stared at the sandwich a moment, and let out a peal of honest, unreserved laughter. "Oh, well, if it's a dare, I suppose I have no choice," she said, unwrapping the cloth. She took an experimental bite, hoping she wasn't about to be utterly sickened. Much to her surprise, it was rather better than the anemic sandwiches she'd had at Madam Puddifoot's. It wasn't something she'd choose to eat every day, but it wasn't grotesque, either.

"Not bad," she said. "Though I don't think I can eat the whole thing." It really was a huge sandwich, and while Susan had a capacity for food that seemed rather astonishing for her size, there was no way she could eat it all.