"It's in Scotland," Theodore responded. "Though there's always this tradition of taking the train in from London on the first of September, so we'll be traveling there, probably a few days early, toward the end of the month. I hope I don't miss your play, in doing so." Because yes, it was pretty much a foregone conclusion that he would attend if he were able.
"Dinner this weekend does sound wonderful, though," he said, smiling again. "As does a ride back. Though I think more to save my leg a little trouble and to also at least attempt to not get lost in the dark, more than anything that goes bump in the night." Theodore wasn't so worried for himself; he was fairly certain he could handle anything he came across, but it was darkening, and his blind spot did make him vulnerable in lower light. "I really do appreciate the fine company, and wine, and music. It's made for an unexpectedly pleasant end to the evening."