It gave Shara a special sort of amusement that he kept eyeballing everything and yet was helping himself anyway. It seemed prudent to pick one or the other, paranoia and distrust or openness to trying new things. Having people be distrustful of her was a whole new feeling, really. In The Summerlands, or just around another Fair One in general, no one ever looked at her that way. Her magic, her face, everything about her was benign. Besides Hobs weren't uncommon to say the least, and they had a reputation for being harmless.
A Hob was only a threat if one was attacking one of their charges.
Or, perhaps, a lightweight. Poor Julius. Her fault for drinking with a child, really.
She shrugged as she washed down her latest bite, because she may be in 'track pants' and having a picnic in the grass in the middle of the night but there was no reason to behave like a drunken Troll at a tavern. "I was curious about how this whole thing worked," A vague gesture towards the bridge, "And the people that watched it. I'm new and want to understand the town. If one is going to interrupt another's day, food is best brought as an apology." Her eyes drifted back to him, "Plus I just like feeding people. It's my way."