Jefferson/Grace/Oliver
Grace giggled, sticking out a hand. "It's nice to meet you. I've heard of Scotland but I never met anybody from there before." When he said he'd heard about her from Alice, she smiled brighter. "Miss Alice helped me when I came over to Papa's house the first time. She's really nice."
She wondered about his crutch, but she'd seen other people with them, too. So instead she just looked up at Papa, who smiled and motioned ahead. "May I have a pancake, please?"
Jefferson couldn't help but smile. It was hard for anyone not to love Grace, and he knew it. "You look well, Oliver. I'm sorry it's been so long." He did look better. More alive.