Most people in any village or town they'd worked their way through hadn't taken any time to just stop by and say hello, except Ben, but Ben was a complete idiot and wanted to talk about witches all the time. And Hansel doubted he would've found Gretel without incident if not for Liv, so there was that.
Any thoughts of thanking the woman left Hansel's head when Gretel led him to the shop though, the warm and sharp aroma of coffee and chocolate hitting him right in the face. "Is that..."
Coffee was not common for them, they rarely had the additional funds to indulge in such things. And this was so sharp and so strong that Hansel could already feel his throat going dry at the possibility.