Jefferson/Grace/Oliver
'Donnae worry about it, mate.' Oliver smiled at Jefferson even as he plated a few pancakes for the little girl. She was so polite, so perfect. Although he was a long way off having any children of his own, Oliver was transfixed by them and Grace was no exception.
'I understand,' he added, his eyes flashing silently to Grace and back. Not that Jefferson needed any excuse for his two week absence but Oliver knew through Alice that the girl had been a large reason why. Oliver could not blame him in the slightest. In fact, he admired Jefferson all the more for his adoption of the wee lass.
Offering the plate to Grace, Oliver smiled for her, 'Here you are, my love. Just the way we Scots prefer.'