"Oh. I wasn't--" he starts, glancing down at her with a somewhat alarmed look. But then he sees that silent plea on her face and relents. Jefferson casts a quick look at the counter, then the door, as if to confirm Kenzi's observation. Yeah, the shop's empty, save for the two of them. And he's the owner, so who's going to tell him he can't sit down and chat with someone?

"I can sit for a while," he concedes, shooting her a quick smile before he takes a sea. What an odd pair they must make, Kenzi in high-heeled boots and fishnet, and Jefferson in his scarf and waistcoat and multiple, mixed patterns, sitting in his cute, flowery little tea shop.

Okay. So. Conversation.

He can do this.

"I'm glad you came in. It's been... slow. Today." Most days, actually, because it's not as if he's bothered to advertise that the shop's up and running again.