That kind of stung, even if it wasn't intended to. Alison had lost the one thing she'd spent most of her time on, so outside of her parents and the two dogs, she didn't have any of her own stuff, really. Not anymore.

She didn't let it show, though, smile still broad, and let out a soft chuckle. "I've got some time, between the dogs and shooting practice. Besides, we could just talk about it online. I can go over your site and make suggestions. It's up to you, though."

Meanwhile, she still had another skewer of pork to finish off, and started working on that while she looked at the other stalls around them to see what else was available.