Shara's magic was beginning to well and truly soak into the shop. It made sense, she lived above it, and spent so much time in both places. This was one of the ways that Hob magic worked, so tied to house and home were they, that it became an extension of them. Anyone who knew anything about Hobs would recognize the magic as they approached it, the warmth and sense of safety it exuded. It wasn't really home until she could feel the building complaining about the cold or when something was burning. It made her feel more at ease, and also allowed her to protect those within it better.
That being said, she did need to get out more.
Needed to meet people in town who had for some reason not come into her shop yet, integrate herself with the communiy more. Shara was, oddly enough, working with a disadvantage, being not even vaguely human and unlike Julius, not really adapted to the world. James and him had humored her questions when she texted them, but still. She perceived the world vastly different than most residents. Not that she could change that, and not that she wanted to. Shara was proud of who and what she was, where she came from. But she wanted to understand and take care of the people here, which was why she was finally checking the bridge in detail.
At night, of course, Fae and a proclivity towards nighttime, though most of them were fairly flexible, but it was quieter and less chaotic even in this town. So she made her way out with three picnic baskets hooked on her arm, because it was terribly rude to invade someone's workplace (which is what it was, essentially) without a gift, and was there a better gift than food?
Well, alcohol of course, and she had that in a water bottle or two in one of the baskets.
Now, she wasn't sure how many would be at the bridge tonight, but she had been told there were always at least two. Surely they would be hungry and who knew what kind of apetites they had? If nothing else they could take it home. Her nightvision was better than the average human's but she also didn't want to be accused of sneaking up on anyone, so just above her head and a foot or so in front of her hovered a small ball of light, hardly brighter than a firefly and about the size of her fist. Just enough to let her know if there were any traps where she was about to put her feet, and for anyone else to see her coming - broadcasting, as she always did, that she was benign.
By the time she emerged from the trees not far from the bridge - and why had she taken this particular path? Oh yes, because she was worried she would get distracted if she walked alongside the road and she was curious about the forest - the baskets were digging into her arm but it didn't phase her. Shara had done her fair share of manual labor and was stronger than she looked, thank you very much.