"I know, man," she says, grinning. "No cabana boys for either of us, it still stands, I'm totally on board." But that had just been when he was going to be a millionaire, not also the ruler of the city. Or maybe ruling the city had come into play there, too, she can't remember. Sometimes when they're together, talking about the most ridiculous things she tunes out a little, not because she's bored, but because she can't quite believe this is her life. Two months ago she'd been complaining to Jesse that she was lonely and ready to start looking for a dude to date, only that dating sucked and was awful and she wanted to avoid it as much as possible. Now she's here, lying in Newt's bed, talking to him about his work and getting him back to it, and it's so not what she expected for herself.

Which is probably why it's the happiest she remembers being in a long time.

"It's so not fair that you can do that big eyed thing and get people to do stuff for you," she tells him, poking his chest lightly. "Especially since we've established I'm shit at the same thing. I mean, okay, I have tits, which usually work the same way, so I guess I shouldn't complain."