"I will, eventually, I'm sure," Theodore agreed. Actually, he wasn't sure - it was a foregone conclusion, though he didn't know when it would come to pass. He started towards where he'd left his shoes, simple white canvas beach shoes that he slipped his feet into after brushing them free of sand. "So nearly a full year, then? I don't plan on being around that long, but when it comes to circumstance, there's only so much I can control," he said with a rueful sort of shrug. "Do you like it here?"
His leg was still stiff from the drive down from Massachusetts (yes, he could have apparated, but then he would have to rent a car in the Capital, and he liked driving), but the walk had helped it a bit. "Good taste in music and wine do seem like they would go hand in hand," he mused. "My go-to music yesterday featured a lot of Post Malone, and Billie Ellish, and Shawn Mendes...which I don't mind on principle, but...that's more due to the impact of a long car ride with a seventeen-year-old who doesn't believe in headphones," he chuckled. "If left to my own devices, I have to say I really prefer blues: both classic, and modern. I find myself alternating between Ella Fitzgerald and Amy Winehouse, lately." As he said: all over the place.