"A picnic?" Jefferson's voice trailed off in thought, imagining a checkered red and white blanket and a wicker basket with a chine set inside fit for a little girl, "No, no. We will have our own tea party. Picnics are for children!" He let out a booming laugh at her, causing some of the Keepers near by to send him a withering glare.
Suddenly, Jefferson un folded himself from the couch. He beamed down at the beautiful girl still sitting, holding his hand out to her. Jefferson still wore his pajamas, a wrinkled matching set of pinstriped blue and white cotton ones. They only added to his oddness, along with his hat which was currently stopped back. His dark curls sprung out around it in a wild mess, curling around the brim as if it grip on to the purple fabric.
"Come!" Jefferson motioned with his hand, then reached down and grabbed Devin's and gave her a little tug, "Let's go! Breakfast should be over and we can get my doctor to give us some tea!"