Maeve Sheridan knows she's better than you. (few_and_far) wrote in wished,
"I don't eat much," she explained, blowing on the drink one last time before she forced herself to drag her eyes away. "I peck throughout the day, whenever I get a moment." Or, more likely, she forgot all together until her stomach yelled angrily and forced her to recognise her neglect.
Maeve sat back and played with her bracelet idly, surprised that so far things were tolerable, even verging on enjoyable. She'd half expected Delaney to jump her the moment she sat down, what with her actions earlier. She took another drink and promptly filled the silence with the only thing that ever readily popped into her mind. "You had enough time to look over the list?"