"Then I'd enjoy watching you," Hugh smiled, warm, definitely not oblivious to the double-entendre, but not leaning into it either. He was curious as much as anything else. This was a whole new peak into who Theodore was that Hugh had no experience with. Magic was something he flat out had no experience with, and he wanted to know more. Curious enough to want to spend the time to learn what he could as someone who couldn't actually do magic himself. "Is it all green sparks?" He smirked.
He reached for a knife to cut the shortbread, moving it over to a parchment lined pan as he did this and he stopped long enough to really look at Theodore. "I would, but I don't want to keep you from writing either, but I promise I can be quiet and not talk so much? Plus, to be honest, I've some scripts I should be reading through, and that's the sort of activity that I think would complement you writing potentially? Did you really not have a light switch until seventeen? What do you use for lights then?"
He pushed the last one onto the tray, and then reached for his glass to fill it up with cider again and nodded his head as if to ask if Theodore wanted more as well. "Then you have plans now," Hugh smiled, glad the invitations had been accepted. "I'll tell my friend that you're coming, and introduce you to everyone that I know, and maybe we can both meet a few new people together," he suggested. "I've been working on more of that myself." Cider refilled, he took a sip, holding the cup in both hands as he brought it down. "I'm glad that we met down by the lake that day."