“I think it’s helping plenty. I haven’t gone off the rocker now have I?”

Yes. Obviously yes.  She had.  The rocker, as far as Walt could tell, was long gone indeed.

“Thanks but no thanks. I don’t need your help with this, Walt. What I need help with is charms. So you can help me with that if you want to help."

There was a part of him--smaller than in the past--that wanted to tell her sure, to start back on the lesson in the same breath he'd cut off.  "I can't do that."  He admitted, probably surprising them both. "There you go, Brigitte. You get a night off."