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Who: Jesse Pinkman and the original HBIC, Mrs. White
When: Today at two
Where: A grocery store somewhere in sector 4 I guess
Summary: Jesse wants to talk to Skyler and Skyler has shopping that needs to be done.
Warnings: Sex, drugs, and rock and roll... most likely.

[ Skyler is in a cardigan, holding onto a shopping cart and making her way into the store, keeping an eye out for Jesse. A purse is slung over her shoulder, though it is, for the most part, empty. She always kept her NV in the nightstand, and rarely ever used it. She only really used it to call somebody or if she herself was called, as was the case earlier with Pinkman.

She was already sick of this place. Turning into a man, almost losing Holly, then waking up like it was no big deal... she was not okay with that. All the more reason for her to bug Walt about finding a way back home, but he was out of answers. He had had none so far, and she didn't see that changing any time soon. ]

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That's very kind of you. [ She didn't know that about him. She was still confident that her first impression of him was right, but there were obviously more layers to this kid than met the eye. ]

How old is he? [ She puts a hand on her stomach unconsciously, at the thought of children. Her mind wandered briefly to Flynn, to how he was doing. She wasn't entirely sure that she believed the concept of time not moving for others back home. ]

[hostage]

[It isn't her fault. It isn't her fault that her husband murders Brock sometime very soon in the future. There's a bitterness that wells up inside of him, though, when he glances at her. He has to look away immediately, pretend to be interested in what's down the next aisle. It takes a moment before he's clear to answer without a waver in his voice.]

He's six.

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[ If he doesn't think she'll notice it, he's wrong. It was strange, seeing a man she had hated only a few weeks ago showing emotion that could elicit a similar response in herself. She felt sorry for him, being away from his son for so long. ]

I know how you feel. I miss my son as well. Has Walt told you about him?

[ She turns down the cereal aisle, slowly, taking it slow, always taking it slow with the baby. She doesn't trust any natives here. ]

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[Jesse's a little surprised to hear her bring up their son. He looks back to her, eyebrows raised.]

Nah - I mean, mentioned him maybe once or twice, but nothing really...

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[ It's the only thing they have in common- children. ]

He's a good kid.

[ She grabs a small jar of oatmeal off of the shelf. She blinks, looking down at it, eyes glazing over the nutrition label.

She misses him. A lot. ]

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Oh yeah, I bet. I mean, between you and Mr. White? I bet he's like a genius, right?

[He's chatting in a weak attempt to cheer her up, but he means it, too. He figures any kid of Mr. White's has got to have his shit together. Probably a way better son than Jesse ever was.]

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Well, he has his moments. [ She cracks a smile, glancing at the shelf rather than Jesse. Her pace is slow, slower than she's comfortable with, really, but she doesn't want to walk too fast. She'd felt... sick, in some way, since arriving here. Her head was always aching in some way. Maybe it was something in the water, or the air. ]

But he manages to blow Walt and I away sometimes, too.

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I'd love to meet him sometime.

[He realizes right away that he said that pretty thoughtlessly, considering how much Mrs. White wanted him to stay away from the family before, and backpedals:]

- I mean, if you ever wanted to introduce us.

Do you want me to push that for you? I don't mind.

[He nods to the shopping cart.]