in the kitchen, cooking; open reception
Now that was something that Jefferson didn't worry about. The only thing he had to be careful of with James was if he felt threatened. Stiles and Ruby having an influence was the least of his worries.
"Yes, I'm familiar with the concept." He gave a simple nod, letting his eyes check the stove as a distraction. Absence indeed made the heart grow fonder. And an extended absence with dire consequences could drive someone mad.
The direct change in subject was just as welcome as the shift in contact. Had anyone else asked Jefferson may have rolled his eyes and told them it'd be ready when it was ready. It was a familiar phrased he'd told Grace when she was getting particularly impatient about things. He would of course say so to her more kindly than anyone else...and then try and work faster.
"Well," he hummed, curling his lips inward and covering the pot. "I can't see it taking any longer than thirty more minutes. The noodles will be quick to boil once the chicken is done and the Alfredo has heated up."
Since he didn't have to mind anything for a few more minutes, he turned his head to face Emma, his nose bumping her forehead. "Patience is a virtue, Savior." Her little bouts of sweet and sugary were very endearing. With his hands now free he reached up to stroke a knuckle under her chin, thumb trailing her jaw. "Did you skip out on lunch? And breakfast?"
She had said that Stiles made sure she ate, and so did Ruby, but Jefferson also knew that Emma was crafty and very engrossed in her work. Forgetting to eat was an easy thing.