Jefferson/Grace/Oliver
Hearing his name, Oliver looked down from where he stood pouring fresh batter into a pan. The little girl that stared back up at him immediately melted his heart, just as Alice had promised. Eyes so wide and intelligent, smile so pure; he could see in an instant why Jefferson had adopted the little toe head so quickly.
'Hiya, love,' he said, setting the batter and pan down to give the girl his full attention. 'You must be Grace. I'm Oliver. Tis a pleasure to finally meet you.' Oliver spoke carefully, clearly as he could, but even with the extra effort his brogue was still rough and full of looping sounds and backwards vowels.
He spared a smile and a glance to Jefferson, mouthing a quiet hello. 'Alice has told me so much about you.'