Theodore shrugged at her question. "That was merely an observation," he said, taking a sip of his coffee. "One is entitled to observations, is that not true?" he said, noticing her defenciveness quite easily. He looked at the book with interest veiled by apathy, as he had heard of, but had not read Frost. "I daresay that there are many magical works worthy of recognition that muggle works would have a hard time in making it to my reading list." He commented, not quite answering the question. An honest answer would've been yes, he did know some muggle authors, but no, he didn't want to share that piece today in case his father should turn in his grave. (Or perhaps out of a bit of self-preserving habit.)