Newt sighed. "Dumbledore said to bring Credence with us when we went to Crete, so I can't just head off there by myself. I'll have to find him first."
"I'll help you," said Bunty, running to get her coat.
"Oh, you don't have to do that, Bunty," said Newt. By the way, it turns out Newt always made sure to wear a mask when he was living through the Spanish flu pandemic. This is canon now.
"You're going to want me on this one," insisted Bunty, getting her coat on. "When I worked at the Auror Office in '21, I actually specialized in finding angsty young runaways with misplaced musical aspirations."
"But who would look after the beasts?" asked Newt as he pulled on his own coat.
"You can get someone else to do it this time. Surely, I'm more to you than the menial chores I perform. I am, right?"
"Of course, you are, Bunty."
"Good," said Bunty, nodding and smiling.
Newt nodded and smiled back. "Remember to clean the poopicore's cage while I'm gone," he said.
And then, he headed out the door.