Nodding politely as he pulled out the chair, Susan took a seat. Crossing her ankles, she tucked her legs under her seat and looked over the table that was set before her. This was surprisingly nice. It was not one of the things that Susan was expecting, but it was a very nice surprise.
Tucking her hair behind her ear, she tilted her head and watched him fill two cups of tea with his wand. "I understand what you mean about plants being therapeutic. I like working with plants because they don't talk back. You can cut them, you can pick their leaves and flowers, yet they never complain. Even if you're having a horrid day, and you uproot one of them out of frustration they don't complain." A shy smile curled on her lips as she took her napkin and placed it on her lap. Susan loved plants, they were definitely a way for her to get out frustration and anger without fear of upsetting another person or ruining something.
Glancing back up at him, she studied him for a long moment when he welcomed her to ask anything. There was so much Susan wanted to ask him, she actually didn't know where to being, and she didn't know what to ask so she wouldn't be offensive. However, there was one question that did echo in her mind.
"Why are you so concerned about what people think of you?" Leave to Susan to start off with the hardest question ever. She instantly regretted it, however. Maybe she should have asked what his favorite color was. Biting down on her bottom lip, she could only hope she didn't offend him.