This was officially turning into one of her favorite days in Summerview. Relaxed, with one of her own (sort of, almost, ish) who she could be affectionate and comfortable with. The fact that he was soft on the eyes and made her laugh definitely helped as well, "You might regret that! You're lucky I didn't subject you to the first batch of this." The glass was tapped with a short but shiny nail as she spoke, the soft ting loud still in the relatively quiet kitchen.
"You're magnificent." Shara proclaimed, unphased by the fact that she surely butchered a word, hand sliding down around his shoulders to pull him in for another half hug before going back to combing through his hair, "What language is that? How many languages do you speak?"
If pastries with marijuana were half as good as his reaction seemed to imply then she sure hoped she got them right. Plus, now she sort of wanted to try them. The lasso part had her grinning again, wiggling her eyebrows like he had earlier, "Oh? Like that would you?" A gentle bump of her shoulder as she went back to taking a (somewhat) moderate sip of her drink, "Tell me about this place Sid, this place is old, I can feel it in my feet and bones." Hobs and homes, nothing like it.