Jefferson and Scarlett
"Other than not liking mushrooms? Aren't we asking the hard-hitting questions?" Jefferson grinned, still gently poking here and there when he could.
"I have a thing for hats. I'm quite good at making them. Among other things." He paused, taking a sip of his drink before continuing. "I like to consider myself the jack of all trades." There was quite the list he could have laid out for Scarlett. The whole bit about where he had come from, magic, and the like. Jefferson knew the supernatural aspect of his history wouldn't bother her. He wasn't sure if he could manage his way through telling it. Not yet.