His mysterious benefactor being otherwise occupied? That's a very good thing. Because it gives Jack a moment to square his quite literal mental image of silver hair and a bowl-full-of-jelly gut with the man who's actually at the forge. A moment to mentally rewind to the conversation, then stuff those messages firmly down the memory hole, because it's one thing to cheerfully flirt with a raunchy grandfather and another thing entirely to cheerfully flirt with a sweaty man with very nice arms.

"Jack Holden." Smile, offer hand, just another day of networking in a world your education never prepared you for. "Guilty of cricketing crimes as charged."