The shooting party has taken the assorted gentlemen to a country property, Eliot cannot help but laugh as Hardison uncomfortably adjusts the shooting garb that they were provided for the jaunt into the woods. Eliot had been familiar with the traditions associated with an aristocratic shooting expedition, Hardison was quite less familiar despite the entire internet being at his disposal. Eliot pulls Hardison to the side for the briefest of moments. "Damnit Hardison, stop fidgeting around men with guns." Eliot adjusts Hardison's tie and smoothes his coat. Eliot has to admit that he has never gone shooting in anything but blue jeans, but he could get used to the traditions of the fine woolen suits and caps. He feels rather dapper and is enjoying the ritual immensely. Though, the tradition could lose the vest and tie. Eliot and the son in laws each give Hardison lessons in the how-to of clay pigeon shooting. Eliot and the Duke duel it out for several rounds with the accuracy of their shots. Eliot is enjoying the experience with the fine selection of shotguns. He appreciates craftsmanship, from the clothes to the weapons, there is an exceptional level of craftsmanship at play along with an ample amount of tweed.

As they lunch at the lodge, the air is filled with the scent of pipe smoke, roasted meat, fine beer, and whiskey. Hardison joins Eliot in the appreciation of the customs. Hardison forms an understanding as to why the customs prevail. The Duke and some of his friends regale the gathering with stories from their past which include the indiscretions of youth. The men exchange tales of military life which Eliot is happy to add a tale or two of his own which delights the Duke. The stories of a fellow soldier are always welcomed. Eliot cannot help but notice moments of fragility that the Duke's valets attempt to hide from the others. Eliot grows concerned given the content of previous conversations with the Duke. Eliot tries to brush them off with the thought that the Duke is just an aging man and perhaps these moments are simply to be expected after the passage of a certain amount of time on earth. Heaven knows there are plenty of cold mornings that he feels the passage of time himself. With the setting sun, they head back to the estate after a rather lovely day.

As they arrive back at the estate, the valets secure the weapons as the gentlemen stroll toward the manor house in a group. They arrive to find the ladies in the drawing-room sipping Sherry by the fireplace. Both Sophie and Teddy take a deep breath in of the heady scent of tobacco, whiskey, gun powder, and cold that radiates off of the men as they enter the room. It is a quintessential British smell and it is the smell of home and their childhood. The girls are rather stunned by the rather regal look of the former rough and tumble twosome. Hardison and Eliot definitely look the part as gentlemen of society in their shooting finery. Both Frankie and Georgie's husbands were raised in the aristocracy and both complimented Hardison and Eliot on their adjustment to the day stating that they handled it like true gentlemen. Eliot was complimented by all on his proficiency with the weapons. Sophie cannot help but tease. "I thought you didn't like guns." Eliot offers with a wink. "That does not mean I don't know how to use them." Though she is delighted with the current circumstance, Sophie cannot help but reminisce about the various shooting parties and hunts that she and William attended. How she loved them so.

Before the gentlemen get too settled, Threeski shoos them away to change out of their shooting attire. The Duke offers a laugh as he escorts the men from the room. Sophie could not help but notice the way that Parker looked at Hardison and how Teddy watched Eliot, gently covering her mouth with the book she was reading in order to hide any visible tell on her reaction. After what she saw last night, she knows that what happened between her siser and Eliot was much more than a summer fling. Sophie is quite determined to uncover this story.

The serenity of the drawing-room is cut by the buzz of Teddy's cell phone much to the annoyance of Threeski. Teddy gazes upon the number, immediately exiting with a comment that she must take this call. Teddy leaves the drawing-room, heading to her father's office to take this call from her attorney. With a glance to her watch, Teddy realizes that it is still the workday in the States which explains the call. Harvey Specter is certainly used to her schedule and no longer bothers to check time zones given her normal touring schedule. After the normal exchange of pleasant conversation, Donna connects the call through to Harvey. Teddy is actually happy to hear Harvey's voice. He is someone that she is quite fond of and the banter is always appreciated. After a lively discussion over her affairs, Harvey offers an odd warning about another attorney who seems to have been poking around her life, and oddly, Harvey mentions Sophie Devereaux. Harvey offers the name of Harry Sullivan before wrapping the call with Teddy with a wicked, "say hello to Lizzy for me" as his parting line.

Teddy sits back in her father's chair as her father enters his office to summon her to dinner. The Duke takes in the puzzled expression as he asks Teddy if everything is alright. Teddy brushes off her father's concern as she dims the light before heading to the door. The name that Harvey mentioned rattles around Teddy's brain, she has most certainly heard that name before, and quite recently only she cannot place it at this moment in time. She takes her father's arm as they stroll to the dining room. What caught Teddy's attention is not that someone is poking around her affairs, that is pretty common, to mention Sophie Devereaux is the point of concern. Harvey knows the where and when that Teddy deploys the use of that name. What has her curious is that if you dive in deep enough, you are going to find Alexandra too. Teddy is not quite so sure what a look into her sister's past would reveal.