Hugh's eyebrow raised in surprise at Scotland, but it was quickly chased by a genuinely delighted smile. He'd mentioned it, and yes, Theodore had indicated interest, but Hugh hadn't been certain he really was - he could have just been being polite, and bringing it up again was a fairly certain sign, that he was genuinely interested and it was really genuinely... nice. "We open the third weekend in August," he told him, and we'll be through into early September, so hopefully one of those dates will work around Scotland."
"Let me know which evening," Hugh nodded. "I'll put something together, we can even eat out here on the patio if it's not too warm."
He pushed himself away from the railing, still smiling, finding himself in complete agreement with Theodore. It had turned into an unexpectedly pleasant evening. "It'll only be a moment's drive, and it's definitely preferable than potentially tripping over a root that's not entirely visible in the night," he offered Theodore a hand. "And I think I should be thanking you. I'd almost forgotten what spontaneous company was like, and it's just as delightful as I remember it being." It had made the entire place feel more like home, like the spur of the moment guests, and drinks together that had been such a feature of his life in Seattle.