Glancing at him with raised brows, Susanna couldn't stop herself from saying, "I assure you, my energy levels are not in danger. I just tend to prefer a healthier source of carbohydrates; fruits and whole wheats," she explained. She nodded with a smile at the comment on the meal the previous night. "It was, though I only had a very small helping. I've not yet met the woman who's been cooking, I'll have to make it a point to soon to thank her for it and see if there might be anything I can do to help. Although I likely wouldn't be much help in the kitchen, as actual cooking isn't something I've ever done." It wasn't said in any snooty kind of way, just as a matter of fact that that was how her life had been. She hadn't done much cleaning before prison, either, but she was assuming that was something she would have to buck up and do around here. Community, and all that.
When he left the microwave open for her, she placed the small plate of chicken in it, looking blankly at the buttons for a moment before finding the 'minute' one and pressing it. She laughed at the observation, giving him a playful smile. "Do I? I do try to take very good care of my body. As a dancer, it's imperative." And she did still describe herself as such, even though it had been two years since she'd been torn from the NYC Ballet Company, from her life.