"Wow, you're really inflating my ego right now and I like it." His tone doesn't do much in the way of expressing his amusement but apparently closing his eyes had been a terrible idea because he feels like he might fade away at any moment. Honestly, he hasn't gotten as much sleep as he has in Darrow ever, certainly not in the past ten years when he'd spent countless hours in the lab, poking at his kaiju parts and running tests and coming up with new hypotheses. Hermann had lectured him at least once every couple of weeks about how a lack of sleep would lead to a lack of accuracy, and Newt would just smile and wax poetic about how much Hermann did care. But here, it's just been so easy to let everything fall away, especially with Kate next to him, a source of comfort and warmth in what he's considering to be less and less of a foreign bed.

"I like Chuck, too," he mumbles, reaching his arms above him and letting one hand come to a light rest on her head so he can thread his fingers through her hair. "Besties for life. I can make pies, lots of pies." He smacks his lips because he may be sleepy but food is food, and he hasn't had a proper Thanksgiving dinner in a long while, not since his MIT years. "We call it Erntedankefest in Germany, basically means Harvest Festival of Thanks, but it's like, mostly a religious thing. American Thanksgiving is way better, way more food and celebration." He doesn't even really know what he's saying anymore, but he can't really be compelled to care at this point.