WHO: Hugh & Atticus WHEN: Sunday WHERE: Hugh's boathouse. SUMMARY: Hugh made some coffee and cobbler to share with friends. WARNINGS: None, currently, will update if that changes.
He'd kind of hoped that the rain would stop, but it really hadn't slowed down much. Granted it wasn't a terribly hard rain, it was just what appeared to be an endless drizzle, the kind that said that winter was definitely well on its way. And Hugh didn't mind, exactly. When you grew up in Seattle, you grew used to rain in November. In fact, it made it feel like November, and he liked the rain. Liked the way that it ran down windows, and created colors across the lake. Still, the dock on the boat wasn't covered which didn't make for amazing weather to sit outside and drink coffee and eat cobbler and he'd rather gotten the impression from Atticus, that perhaps that was as far as he was interested in going.
This didn't entirely make sense to him, but he hoped perhaps eventually it would. The thing about living in Repose was that there were a lot of things that seemed to make no sense, and Hugh was learning how to hope that they wouldn't dramatically impact his life for the negative, and to move on just waiting until something maybe revealed itself.
Thus far that didn't seem to be working a lot of the time, but every once in a while he'd get surprised and it would.
He tucked coffee in a basket along with some cobbler which he'd had in the oven a moment before. Wrapped in an insulated carrier, he sat that down in there as well and threw a couple of throws on top before he put on his shoes, and reached for a rain jacket. It, over the top of the sweater he was wearing for warmth, would probably do just fine.
Heart sensed he was going out and he looked at her: "Only if you're going to stay with me, this isn't a walk."
Tail wagged, and despite himself he smiled. "Fine then."
He was always thankful that the stone steps down to the dock weren't slippery when wet. Whomever had done the landscaping on the house had thought that sort of thing, and he reached the boathouse, slid the large doors open, and stepped inside. It wasn't a heat wave in there, nor was there a lot of space, but it'd keep the rain off, and they could watch the lake shore still through the doors, so he set about pulling out a couple of chairs, and waiting for Atticus to arrive.