"No, I scrapped the points chart, you were so ridiculously ahead of everyone else that it was just getting kind of embarrassing. I ran out of paper, had to start drawing on the wall, it was this whole big thing. Carla Jean was super not impressed," she says, watching him with a faint smile. She's kind of hoping he'll fall asleep first, that maybe if she just keeps talking, eventually he just won't respond and she'll feel better about falling asleep herself.

"Hey, speaking of Carla Jean, I think she might cook for Thanksgiving," she tells him, the thought occurring to her right now, half-asleep, trying to get Newt fall asleep before her. Maybe talking about food isn't the best way to do it, but she's already said it and she's thinking about it. "You should come. And Chuck, invite Chuck. I like him." Given everything Newt's said about him, she's not actually all that surprised she likes him as much as she does, not when Newt clearly cares a lot about him. Plus, she had to appreciate his Halloween costume and she wonders just how many people dressed as dead things at that party had actually been dead. Or almost dead in her case.