Shara laughed at that, watching him get situated and completely unbothered by his language or how he moved about. The Fae in general definitely had their judgemental tendencies that equated to an equally strong hypocritical streak, but Hobs were the last ones to fall into the former category. "I try not to judge by appearances." Not that it was going to stop he from goading him a bit, clearly, and it had worked in getting him to sit hadn't it?
A handful of paper plates were finally plucked from the bottom of the basket so she could portion out a bit of lasagna and some french bread for herself. The forks were set out for him to easily grab as she gestured to each container, "We have lasgna, mozzarella and basil sandwiches, Irish Beef Stew, and french bread," One final peek into the basket, "Oh, and two mini pies." You know, cover all the bases.
"Sweet tea." The bottle was nudged towards him again while she took another sip of her own, the liquor flowing through her in a familiar, comforting buzz that counteracted the temperature outside. Before she answered his question she enjoyed a bite of lasagna with a happy hum, pulled her legs to her to sit criss cross, sneaker-clad toes tapping to the vague beat of the crickets in the distance, "Sharaab. Just Shara though, and you?"