Susan smiles, reaching for knives, and poking through the fridge for some condiments. "How many do you think? Half a sandwich each? We've all sort of been picking food off of the plate Phillip brought out anyway... and if there is going to be a dinner or something afterwards we should at least have some room left for more food."
Ha-Neul agrees, and Susan helps her make the sandwiches. She pokes around a bit more - finding plates, putting all the sandwiches onto one plate and all the dishes into the dishwasher. Handy. She smiles at Ha-Neul. "Thank-you for the help, Ha-Neul."