With a little guidance from Uhura, Rob had managed to get his barn dance look just about right. Denim wasn't a material he was familiar with at all, but he could see himself getting used to it. It was definitely less of a formal affair than he'd been anticipating, and for that he was eternally grateful, considering himself such a hick at times around these modern folk. But he knew AJ, and he liked her well, so he should have known really that fancy wasn't going to be her style.
It seemed like a barn dance wasn't too different from a ceilidh, so he was sure he'd get on just fine. He'd brought along his fiddle in case there became a need for it later, and made some shortbread as an offering, because he hated to come empty handed.