"And yet, here you are!" Shara wasn't bothered by her being approached, she could feel the surprise and wariness in both the guards even from here. Hobs were especially attuned to negative emotions so they could help with them, the positive ones radiated so well apparently Oberon didn't see the need to give them a special sense for them. It didn't stop her from greeting the (very tall! goodness!) man with a relaxed smile and a joke, followed by a laugh at where his eyes were drawn and the way his stomach reacted.
Ah, food, the universal connector.
Her head tilted at him, curious, but with nothing but her usual warmth in the corners of her eyes, "I'm new in town, and I wanted to see what all this was about. I thought if I was going to be in the way, food was the least I could do?" There was lasagna, sandwiches, a bit of stew, rolls, and of course, a few cakes. Because Hobs don't really know how to cook for a small group, and she was no exception. The third basket were bottles of sweet tea for them, and one that was just straight gin for her. One of the baskets of food was offered towards him, "Do you want to give one to your friend?" And because it was Hob made from scratch and by her hands alone, the warm things had stayed warm and the cold things had stayed cold, all of it having that interwoven magic only the Domestic Fae had that eased aches, pains, and general uneasiness.