Due to a (read: several) fit of the munchies, Sid had most definitely been down to Sweets for my Sweets, or sent someone else to do it (what were employees for? No really, what were employees for? He was asking. He'd never had any before) but had managed to not ever actually cross paths with the Hob woman for whatever reason (though, to be fair, she hadn't been around that long) even if he definitely knew she was around. In the larger sense of the word. On the island. Her magic was real strong.
Impressively strong really. It was unusual to run into someone older than himself unless he was at, say, a family reunion (not that they had those, he hadn't seen any of his family in ages until he arrived to take over The Satyr) so this was sort of a treat to be in the presence of someone who had him beat age-wise. That said, he wasn't expecting a visit, but it was hard to miss that kind of magic wafting across town in his direction. Good thing he'd dressed in his fuzziest, over-sized, sea foam green sweater, best leggings (that is, gold, shiny and covered in black stars), and worn in Doc Martens, so. Fancy. You know.
He'd hopped up onto the reception desk in anticipation of her walking through the door, fingers tapping against the counter-top. "What a lovely surprise, I've been waiting for this moment for weeks, you know."