"It's been mostly off-Broadway productions so I'm not surprised that you haven't," Hugh nodded. "There was a film version a while back, but it's not one of those large flashy musicals everyone has heard of. Regardless, I think it's enjoyable." He reached to turn on fairy lights that he had hanging around the edges of the patio, and then turned face lighting up. "Anastasia during its Broadway run, god I'm suddenly very jealous, that sounds fabulous. I suppose it's easier to hit New York when you're in Massachusetts," he tilted his head. "I grew up in Seattle, that's where I was before here, so it's a bit of a jot across the country for things like Broadway musicals. Let me get that wine I'll be right back."
He wiped his feet on the mat just out the door, Heart circling his legs while she waited to be let in, and he entered the back door into the kitchen, and could be seen through the large glass windows crossing to the kitchen, and picking out glasses and a bottle of wine, and then returning.
"I'll admit I've never heard of your books, but up until the past year I mostly watched films and when I read it was scripts and plays more, but I've been changing that some since I've been here, so I'd absolutely be honored if you shared a copy, but on the first," he gave Theodore a grin. "If I like it tremendously, I'll buy the second. I believe people should be paid for their art." He reached for the bottle and uncorked it with ease, and reached to pour some of the Carignan – Grenache from a Washington state vineyard into a glass for each of them. Handing one over, he tilted his head. The books being available in the UK, made him fairly certain. "You're British, yes? Or you've lived there?"