Delaney was absolutely ravenous as she apparated into Maeve's flat, smelling the Chinese food and feeling her mouth start to water. "Hey," she greeted the girl, bending down and kissing her on the cheek. "What'd you get?"
It wasn't as if she was the world's foremost authority on Chinese food, she'd eaten it once, but she knew it was tasty, and she knew that whatever Maeve had purchased smelled like bloody sodding heaven in a takeaway bag.
Was it the pregnancy, making her this hungry? Surely not. It was far too early for anything like that, wasn't it?
She sat down and grabbed a glass, and the bottle of wine, then thought better of it. Guiltily she set the bottle down and performed a quick aguamenti on her glass, filling it with water. The last thing she needed was a retarded baby.
Standing, she turned her back to Maeve to hide her guilty blush, pulling out a couple of plates and forks, only having to hunt a little bit for the latter, and by the time she turned back to the little table her face was composed again. "Have I told you today how pretty you are?" she asked with a smirk, using what she hoped was her "smooth" voice.