[ Sharon felt the redhead coming before she recognized Natasha's face. Something about the way Natasha moved through the crowd, the casual purpose of it. Sharon crooks a smile at her, eyes teasing. This feels right, even if Sharon herself doesn't know why. Not yet. ]

Of all the bake sales in all the towns in all the world. [ She picks another brownie and a peanut butter bar of her own, thanking Mrs Nesmith for the plastic bag she offers to carry them in.

She'll wait until she's out of earshot of the woman and fairly sure no one is listening before she says,] You're gonna have to give me a refresher on your name. Not quite there yet.