Autumn wasn't one to ever feel offended by people looking at her. She was in a business where if you couldn't handle a few lookie-lous, you weren't going to go far. Besides, if it were an adorable charming young woman, you didn't mind it in the very least, getting stared at. If Autumn felt the woman's eyes on her or not, she didn't betray it. Emma was free to look at her as much as she wanted, Autumn would have reveled in it.
"Aren't you just adorable." Autumn commented idly when she had placed the cookie's down and the girl had gotten so excited. She wished she knew how to get that excited again. She hadn't felt that way about anything since being banished to earth. "It's the only option, of course." Autumn was smiling at Emma as she watched the girl take it upon herself to be careful with the glasses that Autumn had provided for them to drink out of. "Thank you. Those flutes are almost as old as I am." She mused. They were of course, actually much younger than she, but Autumn had had them for centuries. They had been one of the first gifts she'd received while she'd been in Greece, from a woman whom she thought of as a mother for a time.
Autumn watched the girl drink unabashed, noting her licking her lips to make sure she didn't have a mustache. That amused Autumn even more. When Emma made a reach for the cookies, the taller woman pushed them towards the younger girl. "Eat all you want. Mortal food while somewhat enjoyable to consume doesn't sustain me." She shook her head and then picked up her own flute and sipping it daintily. It was true. Autumn was immortal, and it didn't matter what she did or ate, only the energy she absorbed from the humans gave her the strength that she desired.
Of course she didn't need to get in to the specifics of what did sustain her, but she was pretty sure that most of the people that were apart of the Carnival knew that most of the people here...weren't normal anyway.
"So how did a sweet little thing like you make your way to grace us with your presence?" Autumn asked curiously, leaning over the counter and studying the girl's face.