Az was more the type who wanted to sleep in, but was goaded out at an ungodly hour to go into work sometimes six days a week. The Ad Business never stops Adelia, Aunt Elphie liked to tell her, on the rare occasion when she had wondered aloud why the Forster women had to be unlike other corporate executives and spent more time at the agency than all but the extreme underling/gofers.
The advertising industry did not need to grind to a halt entirely, just...take a vacation once in awhile. Or, at least, she did. Forster Agency would not crumble without her. Not if she just got some regular time to herself and with Jeb.
Her aunt and father would likely think that he was the one thinking backwards, but Az rather liked the idea of a closer family, less importance put on money and their precious careers. A worthy trade off. She treated the idea of a trust fund with all the casualness and spot of naivety of someone who had never had to worry about money, it simply never occured to her that it would ever intimidate him. Not when he had something far more valuable, at least in her eyes, his family seemed far more valuable than mere dollars and cents.
There was a soft and throaty laugh when he told her so, melting into his kiss quite happily. And yes, giddily.