"Already paid for," Newt says, waving off the offer. Not only is it true, but he'd literally just dared himself to knit this shawl, based on a dare Coop had only suggested. So really it's his own fault he's gotten himself into this mess, and he'd be more annoyed by it if he didn't think it'd be kind of fun.

Sure, Kate's going to walk into the condo one evening to find him swimming in yarn or wool or whatever the hell shawls are made out of and think he's been possessed by some kind of knitting demon--which probably exists somewhere in Darrow, now that he thinks about it--but in spite of all that, if the end result is an epic Christmas-colored shawl, he'll be satisfied with his work.

"But consider the colors noted, just be sure to remember you're promising to wear it forever. I mean, I won't let you forget but still. I should make you sign something in blood."

Their number gets called then, and Newt gets up to grab the several bags the cashier gives in before giving Coop a nod toward the door.

"Home's this way, and we're in a hurry. Mostly because I might just eat my way through these paper bags if we take our time."