"So," Delaney ventured, sensing that the drink had almost crossed a line with Maeve. "Tell me more about this potion you're going to make for my brother. Do you think it's worth ordering something similar for myself? Have you always liked Potions, enough to make it your job? Or is there something you would rather be doing?"
Self centered Delaney might be, but it hadn't escaped her notice that Maeve had loosened up considerably as soon as Potions had been mentioned earlier. She was hoping it would have the same effect now.