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Hey. Um. It's-- It's Jesse.

[ Can you practically hear in Jesse's voice that he's rubbing the back of his neck uncertainly, Anne? ]

[ She can picture his awkward expression, too. Anne hopes to be assured that he can't know hers, considering how strange it feels to get any notification from him. It's too easy to hope that maybe he's remembered something, so she's not as assured that her voice doesn't somehow yield this. ]

And this is Anne, at your beckoning. [ She shouldn't be so familiar, but it's just too easy sometimes. ] Are you well?

[ 'At your beckoning'. God, Jesse still can't get over how weird this is. ]

Yeah. Yeah, doin' okay. I mean, y'know, all things considered. [ What with Monmouth being charred almost to a crisp, and Ellie leaving, and Anne. A pause, and then: ] ...You?

[ Her jesting tone sobers when he doesn't immediately offer any hint at a revelation, but the pause before she responds is tempered. ]

I can claim nothing different. I am only regarding poorly altered needlework. What might you wish for?

Oh. Nothin' much. Just, ah... [ Rubbing his hand a across his shaven head. ] Wondering if you're much of a party girl. [ Quickly correcting himself: ] Lady, I mean. Party lady.

I have attended my share.

Do not tell me that there is someone able to celebrate so lavishly amongst the chaos that's ensued?

Uh... yeah. It's a birthday party, so... Guess it was planned before this latest, uh [ think of another word other than 'shitstorm', Pinkman ], chaos happened. Not sure I'd call a party at a bar 'lavish', though.

[ "Trashy" might be apt for a party at a bar, but not lavish. Which is so not fitting for a Lady, but... ]

I see.

[ He may be surprised at the levels of trash this lady has already been around, though perhaps not recently. ]

Is it advice you wish for? In search of a gift that will justly showcase your affections for the host?

[ P A U S E. He thought it seemed obvious what he's suggesting, but, uhhh... ]

Um. Nah. Nah, I was wondering if, uh. If you wanted to go.

[ Obvious only if it had been someone else; if there was anything normal at all about their...acquaintanceship.

If she sounds suspicious, it's because she is. ]

Why?

[ The suspicion in her voice definitely prickles at him. It shouldn't because he doesn't even know her, really, yet it absolutely prickles at him. On his end of the line here, his stomach does a small nervous twist and he chews his thumbnail a little anxiously. (The entire reason he decided to go with calling her rather than video calling her.) ]

Because I thought maybe you could use a little fun. A chance to unwind and stuff. Like, with everything that's happened. [ Pause. ] And, uh. Thought it'd be a good way for us to hang out.

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[ It's aggravating to listen to his excuses, not that there's anything precisely wrong with them. He's sincere. She's simply struggling to wonder if there's any point. Celebrating with a bunch of strangers and playing at a pleasant guest is her forté, but would it benefit her any if she spends the whole time trying not to act upset over every little thing Jesse doesn't remember? It's one thing to seek him in an emergency or offer him solace in way of answers or prayer, but to play at friendship?

Her sigh is strained, but curiosity pulls hard, as does the desire to remain in company after the earlier storming. It had felt too much like an omen. ]

It may do me well enough to take part in such diversion. I would grow frightfully fatigued in mind to hide away too often. Yet, I have no gift to offer the host. I would not wish to bring only insult.

[ ...Is that a yes? He's pretty sure it's a yes. It's so hard to tell, though. She doesn't sound at all thrilled at the idea. And, man, this woman scares him, okay? Not just because she's scary, but because he knows he's supposed to be able to read her without questioning anything, because he's supposed to remember her. But he can't.

He's still chewing anxiously on his thumbnail. Thank god she can't see him. ]

Oh. Nah, don't think you gotta worry about gifts or anything. It's my ballbuster of a boss who's throwing the party, so it's me that oughta be getting her something. What d'you get a total ballbusting hardass who probably hates you for their birthday, though, huh?

[ A laugh at his feeble attempt to be light-hearted... which withers away instantly into silence. He chews on his lower lip. ]

...Um. Does that mean you wanna come, though?

[ She has to shake her head at that, not that he can see, but there's a smirk in her tone. That combination of words is unique, but she can suss it out. ]

Only if you do not again refer to any lady that way whilst in my presence, and certainly not in hers. I do not know what a boss is, however, so understanding that might allow me to make a better suggestion.

[ ...Oh. Shit. He didn't joke around like that with her when they were together... or whatever they were?? Jesse chews his bottom lip again, this time with wide-eyed uncertainty. Until she mentions that she doesn't know what a boss is. That has him frowning in surprise. And then chewing his bottom lip in even further display of "oh shit", because he doubts she's going to like the idea of him dissing a female in charge. ]

A boss is like... Um. A person in charge. Like, at work.

[ While often happy to correct his overzealous cursing in the past, she hadn't made it her life's work as would a nun. She was once just as likely to let him get away with quite a lot given her affection, but considering he's now forgotten all that, she thinks it's only fair he have to start at the beginning again. It simply isn't fair to allow him too much leeway when his ignorance has caused so much pain.

Dissing a boss lady is even worse than dissing a normal lady, my goodness Jesse Pinkman! Perhaps she ought to be glad that he forgot about swearing fealty to her. Who knows what he would have said about her?

Her fingers drum against a knee. ]

If you require a gift for your mistress, then you must take a care to offer something grand, but not so much as to overreach. What is the work? Does she read? Enjoy any art or music?

[ Something grand? For Shep? Who is literally a ballbusting hardass who can make Jesse's balls shrink in fear? Not that that's necessarily ever stopped him from being obstinate around her, especially when she's giving him a hard time and Jesse feels like a dumbass.

Oh god, he can hear the displeasure in Anne's voice, though. Okay, never do that again, Pinkman. ]

She enjoys, uh... [ Busting my balls. He keeps that thought to himself. ] Fish? I guess? Seeing she runs an aquarium. Otherwise... I don't know. I don't make a habit of hanging out with her outside of work.

Inspiring.

[ Still, anything is better than nothing. Getting her a fish would likely be tired without proper research, given the woman must be around them all day...right? Anne's never been to an 'aquarium' but it sounds like aquarius and he said fish, so she can figure that much out on her own. ]

If you could find a book on exotic fish, that might be of interest to her, though it is rather specific. Jewels are a safer gamble regarding many. But why not craft a gift using one of your trades? If there is wood about, could you not attempt a small sculpture or box? Is there not enough time?

[ Jesse goes quiet. Stunned, utterly taken off-guard silence. If Anne could see him via video feed right now, she would see Jesse has gone a little pale, too. ]

I, um... [ Sounding suddenly distant from how stunned he is. ] Y-Yeah, there's not... not enough time to...

[ He trails off and swallows. That's something not many people know about him. At all. Definitely not something he talks about openly with just anyone.

Shit. What else does this woman know about him? ]

[ She doesn't need a video to know she somehow struck a nerve...that or something's suddenly happened where he is. Concern overpowers her thought for further suggestions, so she halts her tongue on that specific matter. ]

I am certain she would appreciate any gift you have considered, as you know her better than I. If there is little time as you say, then I have concerns of my own, such as manner of dress. I cannot wear this gown to any gathering without first cleaning and drying it, and I have yet to discover the most appropriate shop to purchase anything new.

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