Raising her eyebrow again, Delaney laughed. "However can I make it up to you?" she asked playfully. "With kisses? With hugs? Or are you a material girl, would you prefer to be showered with presents? Anything to atone for my having doubted and hurt you so."
She made the mistake of looking straight at Maeve in between mouthfuls of food, and froze in the process of loading her fork. "You really are lovely, you know?"