"Oh, you have children?" Rose brightens right up again at that, interest piqued. "How old?"

Taking another sip of her drink and feeling the slight, pleasant swirl of dizziness that's starting to affect her system — it's been a while since she had alcohol, her tolerance isn't so great these days — Rose gives a soft nod and a hum of thought.

"That would seem like the obvious choice, wouldn't it... asking her." She smiles again. "I'm always worried I'll burden her with things like that. She's had so much stress on her. But... maybe I should. She is an adult now. I suppose I need to treat her more like one."