"Trouble? Oh, there is never trouble found on your roads, old friend," sweetly spoken while still smiling as her gaze lit upon her hostess, certainly a different mask and a different loveliness there. "None that cannot easily be taken care of. Transportation can be so unreliable, as you say - the journey is so much more littered with peril than the destination, you see..." She finished, eyes gleaming with delight. She could not remember, precisely, when it was she had seen this creature last - or if they ever actually parted. Time, like roads, moved in strange ways here.
She offered the pies. "If you enjoy them, there is a place in the city that specializes in such treasure." She spoke to Cold as if they were old ladies catching up at the hair salon while getting their curlers warmed, and not the entities that they actually were.