"The sulphurless look is a good one on you, I'll grant you," Delaney acknowledged,, sipping her drink.
The service in the Leaky Cauldron was hardly known for being world class, but Delaney always enjoyed prompt attention when she came here. She wasn't sure why that was - she'd heard a handful of horror stories through the journals and elsewhere, about long waits and bad tables - but whether the reason was her looks, her money, or just plain bad publicity for the Cauldron, she'd never had a problem. She winked at the waitress, smiling flirtatiously for a moment, then turned her full attention back to Maeve.
"It's called a fuzzy fireball, if you blow on it, it glows red, orange and gold. See?" She demonstrated, blowing gently on her drink and smiling at the little halo of light that illuminated the rim of the glass.