"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."