"So you don't mind helping me out and pecking at the platter, when it comes?" Delaney asked with a winning smile, finishing her drink and signalling the waitress. "Would you like another? They come in different colors, believe it or not. Fuzzy frost, turns all shades of blue, fuzzy forest, shades of green. Or, I can get you a butter beer?"
Reaching into her bag, she handed Maeve the parchment, now covered over in Delaney's neat, flowing cursive. "I wrote it all down, but I'll be happy to go over it with you if there's anything you need clarified. Nico's getting so thin, and I'm starting to worry. I know why he doesn't eat much, but even so... you know?"