She nodded, "good. Eight is Ella's bedtime anyway, so I'm thinking six? Did I ever give you a key by the way?" Greta was family, like Patrick and Jacob were. She'd rather the girl have one.
She winced then, "Oh. Tough." She let out a long breath, trying to think. "You're asking the Greek here. Bad impulse control is kind of our thing. Distance, I suppose. Not speaking to the person and distracting yourself with other things could work. Acknowledging it's unhealthy is probably helping. Don't go looking I suppose." She gave a smile. "Sorry."