Delaney's order was moments behind. She supposed one of the advantages of only offering two dishes was that it was a hell of a lot easier to cook them. She picked up her tray, and her butterbeer, and went to sit with Gretchen.
After one bite, she rather embarrassed herself by chewing, swallowing, and shoveling in the next mouthful in the space of about three seconds. "This is delicious!" she exclaimed, sounding more surprised than she would have liked. After a few more bites, she slowed down a little, but her pace was still enthusiastic.
"That's nice," she replied mildly, then thought a bit. After wrestling for a moment, she blushed a little. "Perhaps I'll bring my... my girlfriend here sometime," she ventured, testing out the word and finding out that it didn't feel like daggers in her throat.