"I'm...not sure," She admitted, "But I believe that in either case, my business will be long-term in nature." There was more than just a funeral. There were belongings and a house and ultimately her son to consider. Angela tilted her head and ordered a drink for Gilbert, declining a refill on her own and instead opting for a non-alcoholic mug of cider.
Something to discuss. She nodded, "Very well. Your place or mine?" Angela's mouth quirked slightly; she doubted Gilbert would get the innuendo, but even now she could not resist the urge to tweak him a little.