Oh, how very lovely! Of course Kenna's magic would smell as sweet as her personality, she really should have expected that. It helped alleviate some of her homesickness, really, Shara had grown up smelling Fae magic all around her and feeling the pulse of life under her toes and through her fingertips when she touched the forest near her home. Kenna may not be a fellow Seelie, but Dryads were like... Distant cousins, she and her magic familiar enough that she was a comfort to be around. "I'm so glad! I'll put it up on the menu tonight! It's more of a Summer drink than a Winter one, but hey, maybe this way we can bring a bit of the Summer early, yes?" Any bit of extra cheer she could bring in was worth it to Shara, besides, she didn't mind being perceived as odd.
Her heels knocked against the counter lightly as she listened to Kenna, glad to have someone who didn't think she was absurd or loopy. Even if Kenna was young and had spent far more time in the human world day to day, she had spent a fair amount of time (or at least, Shara was fairly sure) in a place where those like them were normal. "Do you ever want to do anything other than this?" There was a vague gesture around the shop, though if she meant working here specifically or working in a small town florist shop in general, she didn't specify. It was fascinating for her to hear about how Kenna had been raised, and Shara gave the girl her rapt focus, trying to picture the community that she had come from. "Do you ever miss it? Living more among the trees?" Summerview had a forest, but it wasn't the same most likely.
It was hard to resist the impulse to tap on Kenna's face again, but she managed to distract herself with the usual methods - food. Shara rubbed her hands together, palms close before pulling them apart slowly like sap was stretching between them, the dirty on her hands from where she had touched Kenna's messy apron swirled together as the smell of paprika and brownies rose up around her until whoosh. A mug of hot cocoa with peppermint, marshmallows, and jalapeno appeared. Her own eyes closed as she tried to picture what Kenna might be seeing in her mind's eye, "I don't know. A landscape? A spice market, with the scents so strong and alive that it feels like one could pull them into a dance into the sunshine?"