Maeve Sheridan knows she's better than you. (few_and_far) wrote in wished,
Maeve sighed and set her quill down, eyeing Delaney sceptically as she thought. Things were going significantly better on this side of the conversation, even if that might only be because there was now a table between them (Maeve hadn't decided yet), and Maeve had already accepted the fact she did need to try and get out more. Supposedly it was good for you, not being cooped up at work and home for 99% of the week. "A drink," she finally said, ripping off a piece of parchment for Delaney. "Is the Leaky Cauldron alright?" she asked, not looking at her as she instead quickly wrote down all the information she would need, taking just a moment before she held it out across the bench for her.