"I'll be on the lookout," Delaney vowed. "Even if I have to wait months, I'm going to nail that little bastard to the wall, and I'm going to like it. And you and I are going to toast to his downfall." She laughed, getting up to check on the dinner - the chicken was browned, so she added the veges and the stirfry sauce - and grabbed two wine glasses.
"Just because I can't drink wine, doesn't mean I can't be classy about my pumpkin juice," she quipped. She sat back down and poured them each a glass. "Here's to... the beginning of a beautiful business relationship," she toasted, raising her glass.
Returning to the subject at hand - namely, the cockroach, she narrowed her eyes again. "And if he comes near me again, I'm going to use my pregnancy hormones as an excuse for punching him in the nose." She blushed. "On that note... how does this test work?"