give a kid a fish

[lazyinlove]

Date & Time: breakfast time, because it's always breakfast time on Breaking Bad.
Location: lunar 409 and then the cafeteria
Characters: Jesse pinkman, Stanley Lucerne, and a borrowed Exsile child named Peace
Summary: the kids are hungry and they have reason to suspect Jesse knows how to cook
Warnings: language, maybe mentions of drugs because...these two. oh and some missing teeth. long story.


The thing is, you have to know when to admit defeat. And when a four year old gives you a dirty look for the probably one thousandth piece of stale, crappy soda bread toast you've tried to serve her in the past few weeks, it might be time to wave the white flag. The question is, who do you ask for help?

Not the network. Fuck the fucking network, it's full of crazy people. There's that big bruiser guy with the funny ear who helped once, but he has cop aura. And Saul called the guy a PI, better not to. Then there's Saul, who was totally going to feed Stanley sometimes anyway because of...actually he doesn't know why. But Saul wouldn't poison them.

Stephanie might do something like try to take the kid away, though. She might even be right to. Except Peace bawled her head off if he left her alone long enough to take a piss (which he had no choice about anyway,) let alone if he just handed her over to a crazy lady who maybe knew how to cook more than toast. It just wasn't a good idea, and those two came as a set lately as far as Stan could tell.

Only, once Saul had mentioned that Jesse could cook. And Jesse wouldn't try anything douchey. So Stan waited until Lisbeth left to go bite some vampires or whatever she got up to in her spare time, and peeked in on Jesse to see if he was sleeping or what. 'Cause either way, he was making some breakfast. Peace was getting good at puppy eyes, it would totally work.

"Jesse? Hey, Jesse..."

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[hostage]

"No problem," Jesse replies. He puts the spoon down and turns to his own untouched plate. He wouldn't normally make pancakes just for himself, so this is a treat for him, too.

"Take some back to the room, maybe," he advises Stan. "In case she gets hungry again soon. She probably will. I'll see about finding something healthier for her, too. Fruit and shit. It's no good just giving her bread all the time. She'll get sick."

[lazyinlove]

"She eats what I eat." Stan informs Jesse, though he does grab a couple pancakes. Because yeah, that's a good idea. Food is a good thing. What Stanley and the kid eat isn't all toast, but he can't argue that a lot of it isn't. When there were eggs he was managing to make those, but with those gone now, toast is a pretty big food group for them.

To Ellie, he offers a nod instead of a smile, remembering about his teeth in time this time. "Hey, take it easy. Nice to meet ya."

[vaccination]

Jesus. Ellie gives Stan a small smile, minding her manners. "Nice to meet you too, Stanley."

Life was so much easier when she would just try to beat up boys instead of making friends with them. Now they have adopted kids and missing teeth and make Ellie want to ask way too many questions.

"And, uh--bye, Peace."

[hostage]

"You're gonna start eating better, too," Jesse says as he shovels pancake into his mouth. Hell, why not. Instead of raising one kid, he'll raise three. Or however many. Maybe he'll begin cooking every day for everyone. He's got the time.

[lazyinlove]

It's hard to tell if that's a command or not, but just in case there's free food in it for both of them, Stan keeps his mouth shut.

On the way past, Peace reaches out and grabs for Ellie's hair, almost giving that a tug too. Stanley catches her hand in time, and rolls his eyes, amused and apologetic. "Looks like she likes you too."

[vaccination]

Ellie lets out a startled little laugh.

"She's not too bad herself."

If Ellie was any use beyond sort of holding a baby for a few minutes, she'd offer to help out when she could.

[hostage]

It wasn't a command, just a matter-of-fact statement. Jesse hadn't been paying attention to the kid's dietary habits, since it didn't seem like his business, but he's not just going to stand by and watch Stan and the baby starve now that he knows they're eating worse than Oliver Twist up in here. Jesse's the adult, so it's his responsibility to fix it.

"You guys have a good nap." Both the baby and Stan, he assumes - because nodding off is what stoners do.

[lazyinlove]

"No such thing as a bad nap."

Stan answers, yawning a little already. Yeah, he might just join the kid in that venture.

[vaccination]

"It is kinda early. Or late. I don't fucking know anymore."

Screw the moon and it always feeling like it's time to sleep up here.