Delaney held up her hands innocently. "Not required, no, but it might be nice. For all I'm a lost cause with Potions, I have been known to make a decent meal, you know. With my own hands. Without the help of house elves. Nico can vouch for me - I've been feeding him for eight months, and when he eats, he says my food is good."
She was talking too much, and she stopped herself. She was already giving too much of herself away by even being here, pursuing this girl despite all her personal rules against this sort of thing. There was no need to become a babbling idiot on top of things.
"I just thought it would be nice," she repeated, hating how lame she sounded, but not knowing how else to handle this situation.