Hugo laughed as he accepted a biscuit, and then lit up, "Well, if it makes you feel any better..." he stuck the biscuit between his lips to hold and then dug through his rucksack, pulling out his latest knitting attempt (he wasn't particularly good, but he tried). He pulled the cookie out of his mouth and said, "You're my next guinea pig," with his free hand he held out the nearly finished scarf for her to see. "I know it's simple, but it's about the only pattern I can do just yet," he said with a soft laugh and maybe a little bit of a blush. He set the project down and put his bag on the floor.
He gave her an indulgent smile, "You're not, I'm pretty sure you have wildly different schedules and you're both fairly solitary people, so it actually makes a lot of sense." It was the truth - Hugo barely even saw his own Mum, and they'd lived together for 18 years. The only thing that mattered was what worked for the people living there.