Theodore smiled, a little proud that he had done something with respect to theater that had made an actor jealous. "It was quite wonderful," he had to admit. "And I have a healthy nostalgia for the original movie, so seeing that Angela Lansbury reprised her role as the Grand Duchess, well." A little shrug that said sorry, I wish you could have seen it. "Seattle? That's somewhere I've never been, though I have been to the Northwest a time or two. British Columbia is particularly lovely. But also, not quite Broadway-adjacent."
He found a seat when Hugh went inside, feeling perfectly content to have made a new friend in town so quickly. If he was going to have to spend some time here, it would do to know some other people, especially once Elaine left for school. He was likely to bury himself in work, otherwise, and that was something that was not strictly necessary.
"Then I shall be certain to only share the first, as my only interest is lining my pockets," Theodore joked, looking with interest at the wine. It wasn't a variety he had ever encountered. But then, he was getting older and set in his ways, trying new things less often. "Though I do appreciate that." He took his glass, and raised it to his nose. He wasn't a wine "snob" (cringey and unfair, to those who were; it was good to have an appreciation), but he did enjoy the smell. Then he took a sip, and hummed appreciatively. "That is quite good," he was certain to let Hugh know as he sat, stretching out his leg before him and leaning his cane against it.
"You caught me out," he nodded. "I was born in Wiltshire - it's where Stonehenge is, because that's the only thing people know it for, so I inevitably have to say," Theodore chuckled. "I moved to the States in..." Yikes, he actually had to think about it. "2002. It's rather a funny thing, to be published in Britain first, having lived here so long, but...I suppose it's a matter of style and audience, as thoroughly Americanized as I feel at this point."