Re: [Lakeside Manor: Hugh & Atticus]
"I think maybe there's something about brownies," Hugh laughed at this, a small burst of a pleased noise at it. "We weren't so fancy to have a cook, mind, but my favorite days to come home from classes or rehearsal or whatever were always the ones where Mom had made brownies. Chocolate and sweet and carbs and just warmth, when they're right out of the oven and a little gooey or a little crumbly, depending on whether they're cake like or fudge like."
He paused, slight shrug of his shoulders. "I don't actually know which one these will be - I'm thinking cake, but I haven't tried this particular recipe before."
Hugh nodded. An island felt more like summer, and honestly, the lake felt more settled in summer too. More warm, less threatening than it sometimes did in the winter. He maybe didn't know all of the pieces of why Atticus had been on the island, or why he'd felt the need to stay, and he wasn't certain about why he might have been able to leave, but he was glad he was able to more. "The lake's been..." he glanced out to it, his eyes settling on the grey of it for the moment. "Restless, maybe. Have been doing my yoga downstairs, not on the dock. Plus it's cold," he added.
"But a bookstore, in the Capital? I'm going to have to start reading, aren't I? Come over, and pick out what, poetry or stories of some sort? That sounds like an undertaking? But one that might suit you," he added. And truthfully he had been trying to read more, especially on the days when he wasn't in the Capital for rehearsals or performances. Party less, read more, and more moments like this where it was just him and someone else - a friend. A sort of new balance that wasn't his old life - either of them - and was something new.
"I don't know that I have much gossip. I've got one more weekend of Burn This, and then, I've got some auditions for various things set up, a few independent films, and some other stage shows. I'm not sure which, if any will pan out, but I'm trying not to overthink it?"