"Snowshill Manor?" Susan looked at Marcus curiously, expecting more of an explanation. Susan wasn't quite sure what to make of how vast and opulent everything looked. She suddenly felt completely out of place.
"You cook as well?" Susan was genuinely shocked about everything that Marcus was capable of. "What don't you do? You're brilliant with plants and food? I'm awful at cooking, I burn water." Which was true. There were some things Susan was proud of, her cooking was not one of them.
The squeaky voice behind her made her jump slightly, instinctively, she moved a little closer to Marcus. Gaze followed the voice to fall upon a house elf peering up at them. That was something she was not expecting. She caught the pleased smile on the house elf, and Susan couldn't help but smirk. Susan wasn't used to house elves. Her family really didn't believe in keeping elves, besides her mother felt doing housework was part of being a wife and a mother.
At the tense introduction, Susan smiled politely to Migs. "Bonjour, Monsieur Migs. Comment allez vous?" (OOC TRANSLATION: How are you?) The last thing Susan was thinking about was bossing him around.
"Do you live here alone, Marcus?" Returning her attention back to Marcus, he mentioned his mother, so did that mean she was here as well?