Hmm... [ Jefferson's not looking at Lucy now, his eyes fixed on some point that's not quite in the here and now. If anything, thinking about his daughter brings a distant, sad look to his face. ]

She was-- is-- [ He isn't sure which tense is appropriate, when talking about a daughter he only knows now through watching from a distance. How long had she been left, abandoned, in the Enchanted Forest while he was imprisoned in Wonderland? That time between his beheading and Regina's curse...

Jefferson swallows and tries again. ]

She's kind. Generous. Clever, like her mother, and... imaginative, but sensible. [ Unlike him, in that regard. Grace had a better sense of priorities than he ever did. And it breaks his heart, because she's a child; she shouldn't have to think about responsibilities. If he could have provided for her... ] Outgoing, too. I always see her with--

[ With friends. In Storybrooke, she's a normal, well-adjusted kid, with everything she could possibly need. The one good thing Regina did with her curse: she stayed true to her word that Grace would be well taken care of. It's a cold comfort. Jefferson wipes his eyes and forces a smile. ]

You two probably would've been friends.