Both were a touch surprised at the amount of time that had passed when it supper was announced. Conversation was paused as Waverly escorted his wife to the dining nook they preferred to use when it was only the two of them. They did not resume talking until after their soup was finished.

"Now, my dear - you were saying?"

"I was thinking that many of our agents lack close family. Perhaps part of the disquiet is wondering what will become of their remains once they pass. I know I take comfort in knowing where my final resting place will be."