Tara smiled in return when she saw who it was. The only reason she recalled who it was because she shared a name similar to one of the complex heads. The woman was new. Well. No. Newer than she was. It tended to blur, unless someone specific to you arrived, to remember when exactly everyone showed up. For example, Tara knew when Mr. Giles and Anya, of course Anya, had arrived to this place. However, all she knew was that this woman was a little later than her.
Not that that was important ... and that Tara had always meant to speak with her. She'd always planned to introduce herself to the witches of the area. To be friendly and because she was curious. And the idea was very interesting. Not necessarily to trade spells, since tapping into unknown sources in an equally unknown world spelled danger with a capital D more ways that Tara could even count. Along with some other not so favorable words. So not really that but to exchange stories.
"I'm sorry." Tara stated. "I was caught up by the bananas. They were calling to me. Threatening me to buy them."