In all of this travels and time here, Jefferson had seen his fair share of people of all sorts to get his fill. Call him bitter but he'd had enough.
Hard to stay isolated in a city. "Anything that we can properly test the concoctions out on once I'm happy with a mix. I'd hate to give you a batch of something that didn't work properly." It was actually somewhat exciting. For the first time in a long time, the Hatter was inspired with a burst of purpose.
Something new, something he could actually contribute. "Just promise you won't be mass murdering the town and it'll all come back to me."