Yeah, sure, it's because he's already leaning, not because he has the balance of a toddler on roller skates. Heh, that would be awesome to see. Little motorbaby rolling around in the dust-- ... there is no good ending to that scenario. Not out here. Don't get dark, Nola, just the lack of food in your system keeping your brains unbalanced as Jesse is.

She is a terror. But she's his terroer and they're stuck with each other and anyone else would have dropped her by now or left her on the side of the road with that goddamn gun of hers. Scratch that, that happened already. A few times. Then this unholy combination got stuck together and have been stuck since. It was luck. A lotta luck.

"No way! They weren't real poptarts. Poptarts gotta have the fruit and they gotta have the crust you don't wanna eat! Those ones were chocolate! There were all delicious, not just mostly! They don't count." She whines, looking up at him with a grin that would send the cheshire cat home in shame. "Miss waffles, too. Miss fruit roll ups! ... What about you?"

She'll just let Jesse do the digging, do the work, and be happy with whatever he gives her... but will likely complain anyway for show. What? They have a dynamic! Plus she can't help getting into things she picks up and that's where they get problems. Real ones.