There's two difficult things here for Inigo too that he's rather avoid. There's the more obvious one, the embarrassment about dancing that he immediately wants to shove under the rug, not even wanting to think of Roland seeing him dance.

And then there's the more complicated one. The moment you realise you're an adult.. But isn't that something Inigo already realised a long time ago? Maybe not at first when his whole world shifted, when he had to fight to survive, but as the years went on, Inigo knew he was an adult, despite his age. He was doing things the adults normally would've done. That's not a discussion he wants to have either though - at least, not right now, not while they're sitting here with coffee and thinking of happier things.

So when Inigo does speak up, he just grins, saying: "Theatre?" There's a hint of surprise in his voice, but it's good surprise. The kind that makes him smile.

"That's so great! We had plays where I come from too, you know. I saw them all the time when I was younger." Though obviously different from the kind of theatre Roland may be used to, but close enough still that Inigo can grasp the concept. "I would love to see him do that. Theatre is such a great thing. It can really bring smiles to people's faces."