Susanna quirked a brow. The wording and the accent told her he was from the South, but where he was from wasn't of particularly importance to her. "Was it? My mother did not cook," she commented. No, they'd had a cook in their employ, and she had always been much too focused on her dancing to bother with getting to know whoever they were or learning things from them. She didn't really think it would do her any good to admit that she'd never done dishes, either, so she merely sent him a faint smile before returning her attention to her own lunch.
"Thank you," she replied, not minding the way he looked at her one bit. She was still riding on the high of being with Reece, and she didn't think she would ever tire of being looked at in quite that way. The effort she put into her appearance was meant to be noticed, appreciated. He was handsome, she supposed, though his hair was a bit long and there was something a little off about his features, like maybe they didn't line up just exactly right. "You look like you don't slack off in that area, either," she observed, though not quite flirtatiously, more stating a fact.