"I'll have the same, thanks," Delaney told him, surprising herself with how polite she was being to the muggle. And how inoffensive he was to her senses - he didn't smell, he wasn't loud or annoying or obnoxious, and his service was excellent. He was, in short, everything she had heard muggles were not.
"Drink up," she suggested gently, wanting Maeve nice and fuzzy before they left. "It'd be a shame to let good wine go to the waste."