Gladys nodded, equally pleased that Gemma was no longer in hospital. Even though she knew it was a considered risk in Gemma's profession, Gladys couldn't help but feel a little nervous whenever she had to go to St Mungo's. Of course, Terence's profession was, if anything, worse, so she tried not to say too much. She twinkled at him instead. "You don't know how much cake there was to start with," she pointed out. "Maybe we eat a whole cake each and it's just that I made three cakes so you'd never know." That wasn't, in fact, the case, but it wouldn't have been unheard of for Gladys to massively overcater for her family. "Of course," she answered. "Busy, preparing for Christmas, but it's nice to have a manager who can do all the hard work."
She raised an eyebrow when Terence said he'd 'kind of' sorted out the problem he'd come to talk to her about. "That's very vague and not especially reassuring," she told him plainly. "Sit down, we have a few minutes before dinner." She followed her own orders, sitting on the couch and looking up at Terence. "Why can't you tell me about it? It didn't sound like a work problem." She would, of course, respect that Terence couldn't talk about ongoing cases with her.