Delaney was distracted by the money on the table. She picked it up and examined it curiously. "What... how do you know what this is?" she asked. "I mean... it's paper. Couldn't anyone just... make more? And the coins... they're so..." She looked at Maeve, and refrained from saying what she really thought. "...different."
It almost sounded as if Maeve was trying to talk her out of liking her, and it wasn't going to work. It hadn't worked all the other times it had seemed like that's what Maeve was trying to do, and it wasn't going to work now. She stood as Maeve did, moving around the table and standing next to her. "So... where to?"