She considers, "It's perhaps both. I love the lad, known him since he was born, but missed out on quite a few good years, same as his pa did. We'd both welcome more visits, I dare say. But betwixt you and me, even with help, keeping up this big place is... well, every year, it gets a little harder, even WITH Spring to keep my joints lubricated proper-like. I'm not saying I'm not capable - " A flash in her eyes at that, "But sometimes I think about how nice it would be to settle in and focus on my cooking, which is really my passion, and let someone else take on some of the other duties." She wipes a counter, then sets out a plate of petit fours. "Not that I'd ever say as much to my own Daughter, she worries about enough and moreso already!"