Clara snorted, "The other bar," she offered diplomatically through her giggles at Shara's upturned nose gesture. She hadn't been there yet, but she'd walked past it. She had been trying to get the basics down for where she was: food, entertainment and work. Random wanderings were bound to take her to a few places.
Tilting her head, Clara reached out to stay the rush of words and offer that spilled from Shara's lips. "Oh- I don't wanna be a bother or nothin'," she explained quickly. "Honestly, it- you don't gotta put yourself out on my behalf, ma'am. You're runnin' a business, 's not like you got a whole lotta free time. I wouldn't want you to be spending what little downtime you've got lookin' after me." But it was tempting, she wasn't the greatest cook and honestly she was finding that her clothes were a little baggy. "Is it a problem that I'm a vegetarian?"
Bacon though... man.
She smiled wide and bright, "Maybe one day you can tell me some stories? I love hearin' about other folk." Their lives were so interesting, everyone had something unique and special to share.
Clara made a mental note of the term 'Hob', something for her to research and understand so she knew how she could do something kind for Shara, too. She agreed with the fact that older things had more personality; talking to older people was one of the things she loved the most, and she'd heard so many stories on her travels. Not that she'd travelled anywhere near as much as someone like Shara must have done, and the stories that she would have, Clara could hardly wait.
"I'm gonna learn," she agreed, "And that's a good shout 'round the deal makin'. Promise, I won't go makin' deals. Except to come learn how you make such amazin' stuff. Though that hardly counts."
She polished off the last of the chocolate cake and then pinched the final piece of the lemon bar with a mischievous smile. "Thank you for comin' over, Shara. I really appreciate it."
Her first friend here in Summerview. Maybe things were looking up.