Janet snorts out a laugh; not that there was a lot of tension, but this helps break what was left, and makes it easier to settle her hands at Susan's hips, right where her waist curves. "Very flattering, Your Majesty, but if this is a contest of which of us is the most well-endowed, the crown goes, again, to you." She squeezes Susan's waist to punctuate the point. "Only in a literal sense, of course. Fillory's treasuries are overflowing. Probably."