"Wait, what?" Newt gapes at his friend, slipping past Coop as the door to the lab slides closed behind them. He turns on his heels, walking backwards toward the elevator so he can fix Coop with a hard glare. "Wasn't the whole point of this to make up for your evil twin putting me in jail? Now I'm buyin' first? That's rich, my friend, a real bold demand to make."

Frankly, he has no problem whatsoever buying the first round or any round after that. Newt's not exactly nickel and diming it, he hasn't been for the majority of his time in Darrow, but that's hardly the point. Besides, it would make all this a hell of a lot less entertaining if he resisted the urge to give Coop a hard time.