Emma was at least attuned enough to notice the startling difference in Jefferson's demeanour. It was strange how quickly he altered his persona from one moment to the next, and at first she had thought it was part of the slightly crazy bend that he'd taken on in Storybrooke. But finding out that wasn't entirely nuts and that everything he'd been rambling on about was true, Emma'd altered her perception.
It seemed that maybe she didn't need to alter it too much after all.
The travelling hat thing she'd picked up on, but the mushrooms was a surprise. "You settled in the Enchanted Forest when Grace was born?" It shouldn't have surprised her, he was the epitome of desperation when she'd met him, going as far as to kidnap the damn Sheriff to try and force things his way. It wasn't overly surprising the lengths he'd go for his daughter. Settling down to a quiet life sounded almost nice.