He laughed when the rag hit him, a foreign thing when so general. Only the close circle would pull one from Jefferson. It was even moreso difficult here but there were moments.
"As I've said before, I really don't mind that behavior when directed at me." The hatter tested the batter but turned to offer her the spoon and taste. It was fine, he already knew, but only fair to give her a try. With the batch dispensed into the pan he let it settle into the bottom rack of the oven before turning to her.
While occupied with the batter Jefferson moved against the counter she sat at, tugging her hips playfully against him. "I can be just as selfish...if not more."