Maeve Sheridan knows she's better than you. (few_and_far) wrote in wished,
"Again?" Maeve busied herself with taking another drink before she answered. So far everything was going adequately, pleasant enough, she couldn't deny that. "Perhaps," she reached out and took a piece of cheese, popping it into her mouth before she allowed a small smile. "Ask me again later."
Maeve took another drink of her green concoction and was surprised to find she was almost at the bottom of it, finding she had to caution herself to slow down, regardless of tastiness or nerves.