Delaney opened the door and smiled, inviting Anabel in and taking her cloak, hanging it by the door. "I'm glad you could make it," she said genuinely, taking the pumpkin juice and moving through to the kitchen to chill it before coming back to the living room and Anabel.
She was excited for this test and she couldn't deny it, though what that meant she didn't care to analyze. But manners dictated that she didn't demand the woman perform the test immediately. Instead she invited her to sit down and perched next to her.
"That anti nausea potion has worked wonders," she remarked conversationally, then kicked herself. As self centered and delightful as she usually was, she hadn't meant to make tonight all about her. "But how was your day? Did the cockroach give you any trouble?"