Susan smiled as he told Ingrid to bring him anything red. The woman had a way with wine, she could chose the absolute best for the individual she was serving. It was odd, but sometimes Susan thought the woman was a bit clairvoyant, but then she would laugh at herself. Clairvoyant with wine? What an odd thought. But the world had uncovered many odder things then that in Susan's lifetime, so it always lingered. "Alright zen, I shall be back in a bit with your wine and after that, zee food," Ingrid gave a polite nod to the two of them and wandered away in the direction of the kitchen.
Serious question? Tilting her head in curiosity, she wondered what kind of thing Theodore would want to ask her that would seem tasteless. Of course she could bring one hundred different tasteless things a man would ask a woman to the front of her mind, but none of them seemed to fit the type of person he was. But obviously the only way to find out was to allow him to inquire. After all, Susan was an open book. She liked the world a lot better when there was less secrets swimming about.
Leaning back in her chair she steepled her hands together before agreeing. "Ask me anything you'd like Mr. Nott, I'm an open book." Giving a kind smile she waited patiently to answer his question in whatever way she could.