Hugh grinned as he took the now heated water and began pouring it over the coffee grounds as Theodore talked. "I've never been to London," he admitted. "I'm fairly confident I'd love it, so if that's a very American thing to do, I suppose I'll have to accept those charges. I can make tea, but I worked at a snobby coffee shop, not a snobby tea shop, and so my skills are definitely lopsided -" he tilted his head. "My car was small, until I decided I ought to probably get a Subaru because anything to help my not so fabulous snow skills."
Two cups of coffee poured over, Hugh put the water kettle away, and reached for the mugs, coming back around the kitchen into the living space where he handed one of them to Theo before digging around in the small end table for two coasters, which he sat on the top of it. "Which is a perfect father thing to do," he sat down on the edge of one of the sofa's, watching Theodore with his coffee mug. It was obvious that he dearly loved his daughter and wanted her to be happy. He took a careful sip, and satisfied that the coffee was right, he nodded. "Dirty Dancing is probably my favorite yes. Singing in the Rain is the reason I wanted to act- singing, dancing, the whole bit, but I can watch Dirty Dancing over and over and never tired of it. It's like comfort food. Do you have a favorite film?"
He put the coffee mug down on the coaster, and pulled his legs up under him on the sofa. "I'm happy to use my theatre privileges to influence her," he laughed. "But I'm glad. I like her too, and I wasn't sure what to expect." He'd used to assume he'd get on with people, finding it easy to talk to them, but recently he'd had enough times where 'easy meetings' hadn't been easy, that he wasn't taking it for granted any more. "These days the most I interact with teenagers is usually on stage, and in community theatre, and I've not done that for probably close to two years now. Has she made any friends her age here, or is it less of a worry with school starting so soon?"