They definitely have different definitions. Any time the food comes from a grocery store instead of scavenging and petty theft, and they have enough blankets, its not roughing it - its peace and quiet. For now, though, all that remains a surprise.
"And we probably always will, at least until you're ready to pass the company down somewhere and go on vacation full time."
Anya blinked. "Did you just say give the company to someone else and take a permanent vacation? Cause you couldn't have just said that. Cause that's total crazy talk."
Anya shook her head. "Besides, no one else but a Stark will run it."
"I did, same way your dad passed it on... eventually, and when ready. I'm thinking maybe forty, fifty years down the road, you'll be ready to take a few months off."
"Provided there's a Stark to hand it to," Anya said before putting a fork full of wonderful Pad Thai into her mouth. "Otherwise I'll just have to live forever."
"Schedules can be adjusted where needed," Anya said. "Yes, I've thought about it. I've also done a bit of research and there may be a way we can have one of our own." Anya shrugged. "If we can't, then we can adopt. Hell, we can do both."
"Yeah, we're both in reach a lot, and hiring a caretaker shouldn't be hard. If... we can have one of our own, definitely something to look into. But we're holding up pretty well, have a lot to offer... and eventually, you need to make sure the company stays in family. Your dad will make the ultimate spoiling-grandpa too."
"Oh gods yes," she said. "Between him and my mother." Anya shook her head. Natural or adopted, the kid would be the most spoiled kid on the planet. Perhaps in even the universe. "I'll talk to my dad. If I mention the idea of him being a grandfather he'll find a way to make it happen."