"You gotta find a hobby that's not purely getting shitfaced, my friend," Newt tells him, flashing a grin before holding up a finger to excuse himself so he can order.
The cashier doesn't even blink when he lists out the copious amounts of food he wants, just flatly delivers the cost and how long it'll be before the food's ready, which works just fine for Newt. Coop's way better at conversations, anyway.
"She said like, ten to fifteen minutes," Newt tells him, gesturing at a small table nearby. "I ordered us a couple sodas out of the fridge, too, if you wanna grab yours while we wait. But dude, okay, hobbies. I've been telling my BFF Chuck--don't tell him I called him that--we should be doing the same damn thing, but he keeps rejecting all of my ideas! What the hell is wrong with taking up like, baking? Right? Or knitting? We could save so much money on Christmas gifts if we just learned how to make a sweater. I'd make the ugliest ones, too, because it's not like they can be returned. The real gift would be for me because I'm the one they'd have it wear it for at least once."
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The cashier doesn't even blink when he lists out the copious amounts of food he wants, just flatly delivers the cost and how long it'll be before the food's ready, which works just fine for Newt. Coop's way better at conversations, anyway.
"She said like, ten to fifteen minutes," Newt tells him, gesturing at a small table nearby. "I ordered us a couple sodas out of the fridge, too, if you wanna grab yours while we wait. But dude, okay, hobbies. I've been telling my BFF Chuck--don't tell him I called him that--we should be doing the same damn thing, but he keeps rejecting all of my ideas! What the hell is wrong with taking up like, baking? Right? Or knitting? We could save so much money on Christmas gifts if we just learned how to make a sweater. I'd make the ugliest ones, too, because it's not like they can be returned. The real gift would be for me because I'm the one they'd have it wear it for at least once."