"Yes, it is," Susanna replied with a hint of a smirk. She couldn't help it, though she knew she probably ought to show a little more discretion. It wasn't like she was wearing a sign that said what she'd been doing.
"Oh, God no!" she replied with a little laugh. "I avoid carbs, but thank you. I'm going to have myself a nice chicken salad," she explained, making a little pleased noise when she found some of the leftover chicken from the night before. She didn't think a small helping of it would be missed. She put some out on a plate, setting it aside to wait for his biscuits to be finished so that she could use the microwave. While she waited, she put the rest of the chicken away and pulled out a bottle of salad dressing. She could have a little bit.