That's a fair point, and Newt's willing to concede to it so he nods as they head out the restaurant and back toward the condo.

"Okay, I'll accept those terms," he says, "but only because I don't want to have to knit you back-up shawls to make up for it. I don't have all the time in the world to be knitting you shit, y'know, I have a life. I have a wife. Things to do, places to go. Okay, scratch that last one because we like, literally cannot go to any other places but whatever. You get the point."

There's almost a skip in his step as they get ever closer to home, and Newt realizes it's kind of weird that he's bringing a rando to the condo but at the same time, he and Kate have always embraced the random. The epitome of this entire damn city is all about that and hell, it's not like Coop seems like much of a potential ax murderer. Granted, that's probably what all ax murderers' victims says; but he'll take his chances on this one.

"Okay, so word of warning, our dog Jeff likes to jump on anything that moves. Which is why Cat hates her so much. Cat is the devil, by the way, he's got a stare that I think would literally kill, given enough time. Just beware. On the plus side, I've got ice cold beer so I think that'll even things out."