"I did have friends in London." There's no clear tasks to work on - starting dishes whilst Laertes is still eating and there are bowls full of frosting waiting for their rolls seems redundant - and so Susan feels a little adrift without something to occupy her hands. She settles for retrieving a platter for her biscuits and going to start moving them over onto it. "Dear ones. Everyone here is so - different." A thoughtful pause. "I'm working on it."