As Fairytales - Elaine he remembered - moved past him, Jacob just shrugged right back at Wil. Honestly, maybe it was better she had just shown up, so he didn't have to panic about the time approaching.
He followed her into his own kitchen and he nodded, "set in our ways," he said, placing the teapot on the bench. "What uhm...kind of tarts?" Was this small talk? Fuck he was bad at this.