"You're right; I've never heard of it," Theodore admitted, smiling easily as they reached the top of the steps, nodding appreciatively at the house. He did wonder how a stage actor could afford something so well-appointed. "It does sound interesting, however, and you understand now that I've made your acquaintance, I will have to attend." Either he wasn't so rude, or, he was too British to ask just which relationships in his life Hugh thought needed closer examination. "It's been a while since I've been to the theater; I think the last time was Anastasia, during its Broadway run." A fond smile - that had been a lovely night, and somewhat therapeutic for Theodore, for his own reasons. Plus, the opportunity to see Angela Lansbury, live and on stage? "It sounds like an enjoyable night out."
Theodore couldn't help but laugh at the idea that a long trip with his daughter was brave. But outside looking in, well, yes, he could see that. "I write a series of young adult adventures. Something of a mix of history and mythology and a little magic sprinkled in. They're called the Elena Nottingham books, but I doubt you've heard of them. Right now, they're only available in the UK." Okay, a small lie, but he couldn't tell the truth for obvious reasons. "In October, they're releasing worldwide, which is why I'm here. 'Localization' edits and such for the American crowd." Again, another small lie. It was more like..."mugglization" edits, and for the same reason he couldn't be fully honest with Hugh. Anything that smacked too closely of the real, hidden, magical society had to be changed or softened or removed for non-magical readers. "If you're that interested, I can send you copies of the first two."