"We'll figure it out." He was running over the items he had, trying to see what was of value. Obviously he couldn't trade the hat or the scissors. Much as he hated that Rabbit back at the Inn...it was a painful reminder of Grace, the reason they were separated. He didn't have it in him. His vest was silk but that was about it.
Jefferson followed her line of sight, watching the man and his wares vanish, blinking. "Looks like he doesn't take any refunds.." Before she could freak out even more and let her anxiety get the best of her, he turned her back around once more, ushering her along the pathway, keeping a steady hand on her back.
"Relax. The only way to know is to go ask, right? And if they don't, we'll think of something else." Jefferson didn't know if he wanted to try and steal from these people. He should have just tried to steal the book, that would have been easier.