Theodore lit another cigarette and let it dangle between his fingers idly as he ate another mouthful of beef and potato. This is what an afternoon should be -- relaxing and filled with good food and company. It was depressing what a rarity good afternoons were becoming. He worked so often that there was barely any energy to fill up the rest of the time, and most people were afraid to go out, or afraid to enjoy themselves whilst they were out. Susan seemed like a little beacon in the midst of it all, and he appreciated it. And her.
"Sometimes you have to get away from everything and do something that inspires the passion." He didn't know much about that. His passion was for music, but it had taken a second shift to work -- work that wasn't fulfilling. Work that paid only just enough for him to keep from dipping into his Gringott's reserves. Money worried him frequently, but it wasn't exactly a proper topic of conversation, so he didn't dwell on it for longer than it took him to worry about what he'd do when he finally had children -- what sort of legacy was he creating for them?
"I shall likely take you up on that. Sounds far more interesting than case files and legal research."