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December 5, 2001
Skye: If you told me last week that I'd be having breakfast fresh from the market in New Orleans...
Jax: Well, you should try it more often.
Skye: Oh, follow your example?
Jax: I must have a New Orleans breakfast at least six or seven times a year.
Skye: Well, then, you have to put me down for the next one. I'd love to experience another. That trip was the best time that I've had in, well, much too long.
Jax: Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Unfortunately, all good times must come to an end. I have to go.
Skye: Oh. Really? It's almost lunchtime, can't you stay and eat with me? I'd really love to repay you for breakfast.
Jax: I would like to, if only to see the look on Edward's face when he sees me eating at his table, but unfortunately I have a meeting to get to at a warehouse down on Wharf and Fifth. So, thanks for the offer. I had a good time.
Skye: Oh, Jax, thank you.
Jax: Well, you're welcome.
Skye: I mean for more than breakfast. I really enjoyed the flight and, well, for the dress, thanks for that and for dinner last night.
Jax: It was my pleasure, now you've thanked me enough.
Skye: No, not quite. Thank you for the temporary proxy.
Jax: It was my pleasure. I enjoyed the trip.
Edward: Oh, you're back. I hoped you'd be gone for good, but here you are, plotting yet again with another interloper to bring down your family name, hmm? All right, out with it, Jax. What underhanded scheme has this ingrate talked you into, huh?
Jax: If Skye were conspiring against you, it would only be what you deserve.
Edward: That's nonsense.
Jax: You're right, you're right. There is no punishment harsh enough for a man who would sell out his own grandchild unless it's being sold out himself. You call me if you need me anytime, for anything.
[Jax leaves]
Edward: You mark my words, Skye. Whatever it is that you are planning with that swindler, you won't get away with it.
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Skye: Grandfather, at the moment, the only thing that I'm trying to get away with is lunch. Now, it's much too beautiful a day for us to stand around screaming at each other, so why don't we just sit down, eat, and try to have a normal, civilized conversation? And who knows? Maybe even a miracle will happen, maybe we'll actually try to find something we like about each other, hmm?
Edward: My God, what has that man done to you?
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