Theodore checked his watch. "Er, very early morning," he said with a rueful expression. "Perhaps, in fact, the actual time of day which the Catholic Church recently decreed as 'ungodly." He hadn't really made the time adjustment until his last night there, which was something he often did on shorter trips. Which, in turn, resulted in him not really getting enough sleep before his flight. There was a lingering tiredness, but he was still buoyed up by just having a good night out, and the prospect of good food.
"I'm glad you're enjoying it, that you've been able to...ease yourself back into it." A waiter greeted them, and after the usual banter, Theodore ordered a scotch and soda as well as the Brie - signalling his acceptance. Because - come on - cheese. The waiter - friendly, young, and perky, seemed to hover for a second after taking Hugh's drink order, before departing. Theodore smiled a little. "I think she knows who you are," he confided. "Fans everywhere," he followed up, teasing. He was not very public as authors went; it wasn't something he had to deal with often. "So. What's next for Hugh Christian, when this run is over?"