"Ahh," Rhiannon said pleasantly. "Well, I suppose your husband would understand better since from what Tristan says he owns several establishments that he himself isn't running twenty-four seven. I've gotten so busy and I'm in such high demand that it makes less sense for me to be standing in my store all day, every day running register when I need to be designing. Such a process, but it means I'm doing okay, so I don't mind too much." She inhaled and smiled. "Lunch smells delicious. Thank you so much for inviting me."