Shara was quickly becoming enamored with the way the girl spoke, her accent was so different than Shara's own - the ancestor of modern-day Hindi, softened by five years traveling about in the mortal world and watching reruns of old American TV shows. Clara was terribly endearing, it was a wonder that Shara hadn't spotted her earlier.
"A pleasure, chutki." Another bite of the lemon bar as she watched her, uncaring of other customer's that filtered in, her entire focus on observing her new friend. "No, no, it wasn't obvious. I just have a sense for these things. We are also kindred, I think, because I have also just moved here and am trying to adjust as well." There was a fine line between sharing something about yourself so the other person will be comfortable and know you relate to them, that their pain is not invalid, and making things about you. Shara usually did a fairly good job at walking that line.
Besides, why should two people who were having trouble fitting in be alone when they could have cake together?
The compliment had her beaming with pride, "Yes! This batch is all me, but I pop in pretty every day as long as I can to get things started." Shara practically lived in the shop, but she would go stir crazy if she didn't. Titania knew she nearly was already with how small it was, so at the very least she got the day started. Or the night. Depends on the day, part of the perks of living in a 24 hour town. "Can I ask what brings you to town?"