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Kitchens today. I was still trying out everything, but nothing had really stuck yet. Now, everyone was eating dinner and I was on break until they finished. There weren't many people left, so I started to clean the tables off.

"Oi, have you eaten yet?" A voice called me over. I looked up at Newt and shrugged.

"It's a yes or no question, Greenie." I shook my head. I'd forgotten to. He motioned for me to sit down then pushed his dinner towards me. "Eat." I pushed it back, shaking my head. It was his, he was probably still hungry.

"You've seen us at dinner, this is my third." Newt pushed it back. "I doubt there's much left in the Kitchen. Eat."

I bit my lip, but reached over and took his fork. He grinned as I started eating.

"There we go." Newt said. It was quiet for little while. I was eating, he was staring off into space. Well, not really into space. Mostly he was staring at me. Not like everyone else was, though. It was more gentle. Counting Chuck, that's two people who don't stare at me like they want to-

"Have you remembered your name?" He asked suddenly. I frowned, but nodded. Of course I had, but I'd have to figure out the logistics out later. There wasn't a point if I couldn't tell anyone. Besides, everyone insisted on calling me Greenie, I was doubtful that would change until the next person came up.

"You did? What is it?" He grinned. I gave him a pointed look. He sighed.

"Right." There was silence for a moment. Then Newt's expression brightened.

"What if I can guess it?" He asked. I grinned. "Alright, I'll take that as a yes. Let's do this." I nodded. He studied my face, like my name would be hidden somewhere in my appearance. I bit my lip, feeling slightly self conscious, and pushed the remaining vegetables around with my fork.

"And suddenly I can't think of a single possible name." He muttered. Then he brightened slightly. "I'll just start with letters then."

"A?" He asked. I shook my head.

"B?" Again, no.

"C?" I sighed. This was going to take forever. He saw my expression.

"What, is it at the end?" Newt questioned. Grinning, I nodded.

"Right. I'll have to go backwards then." He decided. "It's not w, x, y, or z, is it?" I shook my head. I waited while he tried to figure out the next letter. His lips moved and I could tell he was singing the song in his head. I snickered.

"Oi, don't do that. Now I've got to start over." He complained. "Like you could sing the alphabet backwards."

"Is it V? Or U?" I shook my head.

"T? S?" I grinned and nodded. He grinned back.

"T?" I shook my head for what felt like the hundredth time. "S then."

"Sarah?" No. "Susan?" No. "Savannah?" No. "Sophie?" No. Slightly frustrated (and he wasn't the only one), he sighed. He'd get there eventually.

"I'm this close and I can't think of a single bloody girls name." Newt frowned. Smiling, I shook my head. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"What do you mean, no?" He asked. "I'm not close?" I did nothing, not wanting to confuse him. Thankfully, he moved on. "Not a girls name?" Yes.

"What, like...like Dylan, or Jamie, or something?" Yes.

"Got it. Not girl names that start with s." Newt stated. "How many letters?" I held up three fingers.

"Three. Three letters, not a girls name, starts with-Sam? That's an s, is that it?" Newt smiled. I nodded, beaming.

"Sam." He repeated softly. "It suits you."

"Lovely to meet you, Sam." He held out his hand. After understanding what he wanted, I took it and he shook them.

"Lovely."

"You good out there, Greenie?" Frypan called. I let go of Newts hand. Realizing I should get back to work, I stood and took the empty plate. I looked around. The others had left; just us two now.

"Didn't mean to keep you from your work." Newt said sheepishly. "Again. Sam." I smiled.

"Here, I'll take that. It's mine." Newt stood and took the dishes from me. I scowled and went to take them back, protesting. He waved me off.

"I've got it." He said, reading my expression. "Just finish the tables, Sam."