Terence was more than aware of how driven Melinda was - it was one of the many things he admired about her. But lately, her obsession with the potions lab and how little she was living outside of it became worrisome, and he was more than sure her diet and lack of sleep was looming on problematic. Melinda wanted to help, it was admirable, but it wasn't worth it at the expense of her own well being.
So stopping off in the kitchen he grabbed a take away plate of food and a few drinks before heading to where he knew he'd fine her, just in time to watch papers come pouring out of an open doorway. Sighing he walked inside, shaking his head at her.
"You know... you're making a right mess. The house elves won't let me knick you dinner anymore if you keep carrying on like this," he teased, setting down the plate for her and resting his chin in hand on the table.