"She'd be pretty pissed," Newt agrees, grabbing a couple takeout menus and handing one to Carla Jean to browse. "She's not a fan of when I get into near-death situations, no idea why."

Staring at the menu isn't helping him at all, if only because his eyes are so much bigger than his stomach right now, though his stomach can hold a lot. Pad Thai, lemongrass chicken, yellow curry, fried spring rolls, red curry, green curry, Newt wants it all, every last bit of it. Well, okay, he'll save some of it for Kate; but most of it's definitely going to be for him.

"I think I've decided," he says, looking up at Carla Jean with a victorious grin. "I'm getting literally everything on this menu."