"Oh, I see," he followed Hugh's gaze. "I did wonder. We didn't really meet anyone last summer, but we only stayed on a couple of weeks." It had been more of a vacation than a planned occupation. Almost a lark after Theodore had been called up to the Capital for the one-too-many-th time to make travel back and forth between the Capital and Salem untenable. "This is us, over here: the unfortunately green one." He turned down the beach and pointed with his walking stick, and paused a beat. "It's much nicer on the inside," he promised.
"My taste in music is all over the place," Theodore admitted, "but it does fall short of Megadeth," he finished with a chuckle, but for a moment, he looked conflicted, glancing back toward his cottage. It was a nice offer and he wanted to take Hugh up on it. But he hesitated to leave Elaine alone in the house. Even if she was seventeen, spent nine months away from him every year, and the cottage itself was locked and warded and...yes, he was being foolish and overprotective. "That is a lovely offer, and if you don't mind me taking my time on the stairs, I'd be happy to accept. I think my shoes are on the way."