Maeve Sheridan knows she's better than you. (few_and_far) wrote in wished,
"A little of everything," Maeve replied, flipping the magazine shut and shoving it back to the other side of the counter. "That's fried rice, kung pao chicken, crispy beef, drunken noodles and egg rolls," she pulled out a pair of wooden chop sticks from the bag and pointed at each box as she popped them open and starting serving her own plate.
She paused slightly as she watched Delaney eschew the wine for water and raised an eyebrow. "There is a tap, you know," she said, gesturing toward the sink on the other side of the kitchen. It's not bad." She smiled lightly, teasing Delaney for her laziness casually. "We haven't seen each other all day," she added, smirking more as she shot down the compliment.