Maeve Sheridan knows she's better than you. (few_and_far) wrote in wished,
Maeve waited, glancing between Delaney and the shop, letting her take the lead. She didn't move in for a kiss and Maeve decided not to try and decide if she felt relieved or let down. "Good night. And, thanks." She simply nodded and returned the smile before she pulled out her wand to bring down the wards and let herself in. "For the drinks," she felt the need to add.