Maeve Sheridan knows she's better than you. (few_and_far) wrote in wished,
Excusing herself, slightly grateful for the moment to think, Maeve hurried upstairs to her flat and flipped through her closet. She took the space to consider the last few minutes in peace as she swapped her comfortable clothes for neater skirt and blouse. It struck her as not at all normal that she wasn't more upset about getting caught asleep and off guard. She grabbed her clutch and stowed everything of importance into it's magically expanded depths before she walked back down to the workshop.
"Better," she stated simply, appearing in the doorway to fetch Delaney. As comfortable as it was to work in jeans and a tee, Maeve always felt better when she knew she looked at her best. She stepped out of the door way and waited for the other woman to follow her out of the shop.