"Fine." He was about to point out that it was rather late for a funeral, but since she was spread all over the universe, it made little difference what time it was in New York. In his darker moments--and it said quite a bit that this was one of his lighter ones--he'd wondered if it might have been easier if Cassandra had died, rather than disappearing. After all, he'd at least have been able to say goodbye. Death might even have granted her a stay long enough to say it in person.
"Would you like something to eat? Alfred sent over a lot of food." There was a basket on the counter, probably chosen because Jason would appreciate that touch of whimsy. Alfred had been right enough; given the choice, he'd much rather a picnic basket than a brown paper bag, though it made little difference at the moment. "I was just about to have dinner, but there's plenty for... both of us." The phrase "all of us" had been on the tip of his tongue, and he'd had to chase it away.