[ At the end of the day, life is sort of a performance for Eddie, though the only character he’s playing is himself and he has little regard for his audience may view him.

In truth, he’s not typically much of a daredevil, but using the flame of the grill to light his cigarette is something of a party trick, and he knows that if he slows down to think too hard about this place or how he could possibly get home, anxiety is bound to swallow him whole. But so long as he stays surrounded by people and noise, he can keep those nerves at bay for a time. This is the perfect environment for that.]

Oh, yeah! Hey! You’re the guy who murdered my free sample.

[ Luckily, Eddie’s memory is a touch better. There isn’t an ounce of malice in his tone and he grins easily, a sure sign that there’s no hard feelings. Eddie walked away from that interaction with a pretty tasty candy bar, after all. ]

You know, man, you’re in luck, because, uh…

[ He reaches into his jacket pocket, produces a battered pack of Camels, and lo and behold, tips a second cigarette from the package. He holds it in his palm and like a knight offering his sword, offers it to Jesse. ]

Totally untouched by both weather and the likes of men. Call it a trade?