"I'm a regular susie home-maker, aren't I?" He set out a small tray of cut up fruits and veggies that he'd gotten in and out of during the week. It was easier to take care of them after purchasing so for just such an occasion when you were making cupcakes you wouldn't have to worry about preparing snacks for Emma while she waited.
To be fair, Jefferson knew he was an odd homebody for one who was always trapped at home. Perhaps it appeared cowardly.
He just didn't like people. "It isn't as if I have anywhere more important to be." Other than with Grace, but that would happen whenever it happened, if it ever happened. At this point in time all Jefferson could do was watch the time fly by. It was sad but he was used to not being in control of seeing his daughter anymore. In a way he'd accepted his fate for being such an awful piece of rubbish back in the forrest before having become a father granted him this revenge. Karma was so cruel.
Yet, if it were that cruel, would he really have Emma? If only to lose her again when they returned home. "If you would rather stay here until we magically find a way home I don't think the town will fall."