Shara hummed happily as she easily gave in to the impulse to poke around his kitchen. Because Hob, so of course the Kitchen had her curious, especially since she was still getting used to Mortal kitchens. Knowing that this was a Fae run business made her even more curious. One thing about Hobs that one may not know just from books - well, depending on the book - and you may not learn unless you spoke to someone who had spent time around them, was that they had a nosy streak a mile wide. Shara had not missed this, and had even embraced it a long long time ago.
"Rocks! We'll try it both ways." The tumblers were plucked off the counter so she could twirl them in her hands, "Aren't you a wonderful host? I appreciate a man with manners." For his efforts, he earned a bump with a generous hip even as she headed back to the island to uncap the spout of the barrel, pouring them each a generous amount. It sounded floral and lemony at once, something that started out as Gin, transformed when she got bored into Moonshine and infused with her magic in a way that only a Domestic tied Fae could manage.