"Yeah?" Kate asks as she pokes around on some shelves. She loves this place, mostly because she's never sure what she'll find in here and she knows they're looking for something specific right now, but she can't help it. "What have other idiots said?" Maybe it's completely not her business, but he'd brought it up, and it's not like whatever he has to say will be any worse than what she's dealt with basically her whole life and if he doesn't want to tell her, he can just not tell her. She's okay with that, at least for the time being.
She laughs at the lamp, then shakes her head, reaching out to touch the feathers. "No way," she says. "Definitely not for you." She's not sure who might want that in their apartment, but as much as she likes weird, tacky stuff, she's not sold on the owl lamp for Newt's place and definitely not for hers either.
Instead, she picks up a framed picture of a little Victorian girl with a basket of flowers that looks like it's about a million years old. "God, this is terrible, too. There's a lot of really bad stuff here today." Which is really part of why she loves it so much.
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She laughs at the lamp, then shakes her head, reaching out to touch the feathers. "No way," she says. "Definitely not for you." She's not sure who might want that in their apartment, but as much as she likes weird, tacky stuff, she's not sold on the owl lamp for Newt's place and definitely not for hers either.
Instead, she picks up a framed picture of a little Victorian girl with a basket of flowers that looks like it's about a million years old. "God, this is terrible, too. There's a lot of really bad stuff here today." Which is really part of why she loves it so much.