"Where's her school at?" Hugh asked, figuring it must be a boarding school of some variety. Seventeen was a bit young for university, but not entirely impossible either. "You're both welcome to come over some time this weekend if you haven't other plans. You can see how she takes to cats and dogs both."
Twin Peaks was technically before Hugh's time, but a lifetime of watching films and binging Netflix shows meant he was reasonably well versed even in television before his time. "Definitely more Twin Peaks than Mayberry," Hugh laughed, a short burst of air, as he stood to pick up his own glass and reach for Theodore's. "Honestly it's a little amazing Fox Mulder hasn't shown up on my doorstep at some point." There was the facility after all, government whatever it was out there. Hugh hadn't asked questions, he hadn't needed to, but he did sometimes wonder. He set both glasses down by the remainder of the wine, so he could take them all in together, and stepped back across, eyes glancing out at the deep blues of the lake before he turned back around to face Theodore, this time, leaning up against the railing on the patio, hands loose in his pockets. "If the door's locked, I'm sure she'll be fine," he told him. "But I understand." He glanced down the steps, they were lit by small footpath lighting, and strip lighting built into the stone steps themselves, but the wooded path wasn't, and he turned back, slightly serious. "Do you want me to drive you back around? It's gotten a bit dark."