in the kitchen, cooking; open
Actually the whole town probably could go through the hat, they would just have to make a few trips. Jefferson hadn't exactly tried to fit an assembly into a portal before but he had tried a few things. Not that he was up for chartering everyone in the town. The last thing he needed was them realizing he had access to every magical realm again. There'd be no peace after that.
"Yes, it is," he agreed gently, very much aware the concern that Emma was treading on with the conversation. Jefferson hadn't meant to bring up something that may have been upsetting her. "There's just an indescribable feeling I tried to explain to you at an earlier date." The one where he was psychotically going on about realities and words and how they were conflicting. He was just a teensy bit upset and at his wit's end at the time. "Do you remember seeing Ruby in her Forest clothes in contrast to the modern look of the town, how out of sorts it looks? Well, that's very close to how it actually feels, being some place you know you don't belong. Like how we feel here."
He wasn't about to speak on behalf of the rest of the town, but he knew if he had that feeling, unstable mind or not, then they had it too. Did they belong there? Would the feeling go away? Eventually they could adapt, maybe. Jefferson was sure if he had Grace he could adapt to anything for her.
After dispensing the noodles into the boiling pot he had another free hand to reach up and stroke her hair, fingers caressing her scalp tenderly. "I don't think it's anything you need to concern yourself with. Knowing what it is to be a parent, and what I've seen of yours, they'll be content to just be with you--regardless of their own comforts."