If she would have been inside Theodore's head, she would have told him to question her all he wanted. Susan tended to more of an open book, and the more curious one was the more she openly shared. Of course, that could be a bad thing if people were questioning her for the wrong intentions, but she liked to give everyone the benefit of the doubt. "Oh, I remember them vividly most of the time like I'm standing right there looking at everything all over again. Book though tend to look more like snapshots since rarely do the books I read have many pictures with intimate details," shrugging a bit she walked them over to her favorite table, located underneath the overhang of the building and next to a small column where vines with small flowers clung too.
Taking a seat, she waited for him to follow suit, "You're extremely welcome. Thought it was best to share it with someone else, since it was shared with me. My Aunt Amelia used to love this place," she said, her voice turning a bit sad at the end when she spoke of her departed family member. Amelia had been more to her than most mothers were to their daughters. Since most of her life Susan's mom had been dying, Amelia had been the only one there for her. Her eyes took on a far away look for a moment as a large wave of emotion assaulted her senses, but she pushed it away. Now was not the time, and she didn't like to dwell on unhappy things.
Picking up a menu that sat on the table, she flipped through it idly. The place served mostly soups, salads, and sandwiches that were all splendid in their own way. But there were also a few pasta dishes and warm meals if you were really in need of something heavy. Susan didn't really need to look at the menu, but holding it gave her hands something to do.
"I will be right vith you Suzan," came a voice from inside the other part of the building. Susan had to smile at Ingrid for knowing exactly who she was. She seemed to almost have a built in radar of when she walked through the door.