"As long as I can work and no one is going to bother I really don't care." That was a lie. Jefferson had a taste for the decadent. Something he had to let go when taking care of his daughter was more important. Children were expensive. Having all of that back in Storybrooke had been nice but yet another effect of Regina smearing something in his face, having all he wanted except for Grace.
The space only made things more lonely, more deranged. It sent a small shiver up Jefferson's spine but he ignored it in favor of judging the buildings the closer they approached them.
"Anything but a hovel." Running water was a great benefit he had to give Maine credit for. Electricity, working water, amenities the Enchanted Forrest hadn't come close to having. Glancing back to Emma he seemed to consider other things. "More room and less noise not only for sanity, but the last thing we need is anyone seeing you do magic, and giving you the space to practice." Preferably away from his workstation.