I just noticed I previously uploaded this chapter with half the content missing. Here's the full version.

Newt slept silently and dreamlessly.

When he woke up, sunlight was streaming through the windows. He was rested on the couch, the blankets pulled up to his chin. He was wearing his striped pajamas.

"You sleep strangely."

Newt bolted upright, upsetting his suitcase (which sat nearby). Th case fell to the floor with a bump- Newt knew the animals wouldn't be affected by that, but he still winced.

"Sorry!" Tina gasped. She was the one who'd just spoken; she had her hands clapped over her mouth.

"No, no, it's fine." Newt smiled. "I'm a restless sleeper. It's normal."

Tina nodded. "I was just wondering. By the way, your Niffler got away. We closed him up in the closet so he wouldn't pocket all Queenie's jewelry."

Newt chuckled and hopped off the couch, shaking the last hints of sleep from his body. Barefoot, he strode to the closet and flung it open.

"GOTCHA!" He announced triumphantly, holding the little Niffler aloft. Then Newt promptly began tickling the black beast.

"There you go, you little thief!" he giggled as money and jewelry rained out of the Niffler stomach pocket.

Tina watched newt and his creature, stifling a smile. He was so cute. Well, the Niffler was, too. But-

"Tina?" Newt turned towards her. "What should I do with this?"

He waved his hand towards the pile of shiny objects littering the kitchen floor.

Tina wiped the smile off her face. "Here, let me do that."

With a wave of her wand she sent the trinkets back to their proper place. Newt, meanwhile, carefully stuffed the Niffler back in the case.

"I don't know how he always gets out!" He exclaimed.

Tina smiled to herself again.

A few minutes later, after Newt got dressed and washed his face, he suggested they make breakfast.

"Where's Queenie, by the way?" He inquired as Tina hunted for milk in the kitchen.

"Gone to get some pastries from Jacob's bakery- HERE!"

She held aloft a bottle of frothy white milk.

Newt looked up, surprised. "The eggs worked? Jacob has his own bakery?"

Tina frowned. "What eggs?"

Newt shook his head, a delighted smile glowing on his face. "Occamy eggs. But he got his dream! That- that's spectacular!"

Tina grinned. "Yes, it is wonderful."

She refrained from saying he looked very cute when he was happy, because that would be off-subject.

"What are we going to make?" Newt asked, gently kicking his legs against the table like a child.

"I thought… hot cocoa?"

Newt nodded eagerly. "Jacob told me last time that it was delicious. I didn't actually taste any, I was-"

"-Looking for creatures in Central Park. I know."

Newt seemed surprised. "Right. Sorry about that."

Tina shrugged. "You'll have some now, so no harm done. It'll be easy; I make it all the time."

Newt got up and joined her at the kitchen counter.

"All right, we need some fire and water to boil." Tina announced.

"Right-o." Newt brandished his wand at the kitchen fireplace and said: "Incendio!"

Flames burst into warm existence, filling the kitchen with comfy heat.

"Now, the water." Tina pointed her wand at an empty pot, muttered "Aguamenti!", and it filled up with clear water.

She handed the pot to Newt, who placed it over the fire and sat to watch it as the water boiled.

Tina started breaking up pieces of chocolate. It was big Honeydukes stuff that Newt had given them the previous night.

Some of Tina's hair fell in her face as she strained to make the pieces smaller. She blew it away with an angry huff and rolled up her sleeves, already feeling a bit hot.

"Tina, you need any help?" Newt offered, upon seeing her struggle with the enormous bar of chocolate.

"No thanks, I'm fine." She answered, insisting on doing it herself. "There, you see! That's good enough."

She strode over to Newt and plopped the pieces in. Newt dodged a drop of hot water, but said nothing. Tina started mixing the slop up with a wooden spoon.

"I think that's it." She finally said, and poured some of the brown drink into a cup. "Here, Newt."

He accepted the offering and drank some.

"Um… it's nice." Newt said. Tina saw right through him.

"It's horrible, isn't it? Let me taste."

She sipped the cocoa. It was scalding hot and tasteless, and coated her tongue like goo.

"Ugh!" Tina grimaced, fetching Newt and herself glasses of water. "That's disgusting. We'd better fix it up."

She stood up and took the box of sugar down from the shelf. "Here! This ought to make it sweeter!"

After adding the sugar, though, the cocoa was still dreadful (though now grossly sweet).

"Ah!" Tina yelled, upset. "Maybe we should-"

Newt grasped Tina's shoulders, gently. She tensed up, then relaxed her muscles a bit.

"Tina, you haven't really made cocoa before, have you?" Newt inquired kindly.

Tina sighed forlornly. "Sorry, Newt. I haven't. It was always Queenie making it, but she made it seem so easy…"

Newt turned Tina to face him. "It's fine, really. Let's make some more, more carefully this time."

"Are you sure you want to-"

"-Yeas, Tina."

She smiled a small smile. "All right, then."

They re-made the cocoa. Newt helped Tina get the ingredients and offered ideas, but she did the actual work. She liked it that way.

"The milk!" Tina yelled suddenly. "I took it out but forgot to put in in the recipe- that's what's missing."

Newt poured in the milk and stirred it up. Very soon they had a pot full of frothy, creamy hot cocoa.

Tina poured them both a mug each and they sat there in front of the fire, enjoying eachother's company and the delicious chocolate they'd made together.