Pinkman is utterly useless at this whole thing, so Jesse just - takes that and rolls his eyes. It's not worth the effort to try and tell him it's not about the junk, really, because if it didn't stick before, it won't this time. Jesse has to swallow his urge to defend himself, and sprawl out on the couch. It's okay. Baby steps.

"Man, they really are, though," Jesse sighs happily, grinning up at the ceiling. This is even better because he knows Kenzi is listening. "Even ladies think so. You ever hear them talk about other girl's racks? It's fuckin' great."