"Yeah, well," he mumbles around the cigarette, grabbing his lighter and lighting up his own before he hands the thing over. "Enjoy it while it lasts." He knows he's sure as hell going to be kicking himself tomorrow when he doesn't have any left.

But that's a problem for future Jesse, and he looks down at the book in his lap with something almost disdain before he just, "Yeah, man," and hands that over too. "Not like I'm doin' anything useful with it, go 'head. You want the-? Hang on." And he clambers to his feet, staggers a step or two to get around the coffee table and grab the lost pencil off the floor. He drags off the cigarette as he comes back, lets out a stream of smoke as he tosses the pencil into Finch's lap. "Work some magic, yo."