[It's about as far as she can push things, probably. This is only their second meeting, and still just minutes into it. She tugs at the corners of the tablecloth, watching him move a pot of flowers to the center of the table where it belongs. It's fine where it is, and as if to say as much, she moves the second set of flowers to the other table.

Smoothing her hands down the front of her skirt, she mentally reviews what there is left to do. Food to bring down. More flowers still. Drinks, plates, forks, knives, and spoons, and napkins besides. Wanda casts James a speculative look.]

The two tables will probably do for now. I have more upstairs but I should probably see how much space I need first. [Meaning he doesn't have to stick around to move more tables.] You're welcome to join me while I gather everything together if you'd like. [Though it's left unsaid that he shouldn't feel obligated.]