Susan was more than happy to follow him to the stairs since she wasn't a big fan of elevators herself. Actually, the thought made her almost queasy. Once in muggle London she had gotten stuck in one with fifteen other people and for the first time in her life a horrible case of claustrophobia would set in whenever she was near one. It wasn't impossible to overcome, she just rather enjoyed avoiding the sensation altogether.
Once her feet were on the ground, she took off along side Theodore down the street and followed more her muscle memory then actual directions to where they were going. Susan wasn't one to need a map or a set of directions once she had been somewhere once, instead she could remember exact landmarks and memorize street names in heartbeat. Her photographic memory was one of the few things about herself she truly found was a gift from some higher power. If she didn't have it, she wondered if she would be as successful and talented of an artist as she seemed to be now.
"It really is," she agreed with his statement, trying to start up some casual conversation. "The place we're going now I just happened to stumble upon one day by pure coincidence. I've been going there ever since. Sometimes I think it's a pity that more people don't know it's there but Ingrid, the owner, likes it that way. She told me that places were more special to a person when found by utter chance. She says that most things in life never come to a person easily anyway, so why should her fabulous food?" Giggling a bit at the fond memory, she reached up to curl a long strand of hair around her finger.