Nell's correction didn't even make Susan blink, "Well, you've certainly got the looks for it, little brother. And the hair." She leaned over and ruffled the mentioned feature, noticing (a little petulantly) that it was slightly finer than her own. "I'll have to give you a book of his works. My patrons keep gifting me with copies so I'm sure I could donate one to the theatre where I first started acting." Some of the books were quite old and tatty, if she recalled correctly, one of those would do quite nicely. She sat and turned back to Harry when he questioned her, waving with an almost dismissive gesture when she replied. "Oh, we'll be at the Bow Street Theatre until that mess in Paris has cleared up. We were due to go over there but unfortunately our sponsor was arrested." She shrugged, "Until then the King George's Players shall just have to remain at home." At least London wasn't entirely boring.