Thank you for all the suggestions! This one is kind of a combination of two suggestions. I liked them because they're a bit like the topic of one of Corey Cott's vlogs. As you will see, I got Davey's answer from that video. In my mind, Ben Fankhauser and Davey are basically the same person, so...when I saw the vlog I just imagined him doing it for the Les's and I managed to incorporate it into this!

Also, sorry if this seems a little rushed, it seems like I'm always apologizing for that, but I hope this one turned out okay.

Standard disclaimers, everywhere. (I really need a more creative way to say that Newsies is not mine. Anyways...)

"What's something you like to do after selling that not a lot of people know about?" Romeo asked the circle at large. "Like a…what's the word…"

"Hobby?" Davey suggested.

"Sure, yeah, a hobby. What's a hobby you do after selling that no one knows about?" Romeo stated more confidently.

Albert stroked his chin thoughtfully. The others were enveloped in a stumped silence. "Hmm…well…let me think…"

"Is it a bad question?" Romeo asked.

"No!" Albert, Jack, Davey, and Crutchie said in unison.

"It's a good question, just something I need to—oh, I got one," Albert said suddenly, snapping his fingers. "I like to take the stale bread from the bakery that they throw out the back. I take it down to the park and give it to the birds."

"We'll just have to call you Robin Hood!" Davey said with a grin. When no one laughed, he frowned. "Get it? Steals from the rich to give to the poor? And…Robin? The bird?" He beamed, waiting for a response.

"Actually, they was pigeons," Albert said.

Davey groaned. "Never mind."

"Specs!" Jack said, moving it along.

"Umm…I like to read?" Specs shrugged.

Jack shook his head. "No good, we all see you doing that."

"And…and draw. Yeah. I sometimes draw the stuff I read. Not like I'm trying to get as good as Jack," Specs said, acknowledging him with a nod, "but, you know. Just a hobby."

"Henry, you're next," Davey said.

"I dunno. I don't got a good one."

"You've gotta have some—"

"People," Henry interrupted, raising a finger. "People watching. I watch people out the window."

"Don't you see enough people during the day?" Race asked.

"Um, that's a little weird," Davey said.

"Not weird, like that. I just like to look at 'em, and try and imagine what their lives are like."

"Okay then. Moving along…Les," said Jack.

"I like to go home and help…my…um—Dad." Les looked a little uncomfortable.

"With what?" Jack prompted.

Looking around to make sure nobody was offended (hardly any of them even knew where their parents were, after all) Les continued, "With making stuff. He carves things out of wood. I used to just watch him, but now he lets me chisel some things. It's pretty fun. Okay, Davey's turn. I bet he's got a good one."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Davey asked innocently.

Les bounced around a little. "You know what I mean! The magic!"

"What magic?" Davey said, deadpan.

"You can do magic?" Jack smirked.

"Yeah, he can!" Les exclaimed.

"I can?" Davey asked. Les was practically jumping off the floor.

"Yes!" he giggled. "Stop pretending!"

"Well, I dunno what you're talking about…" Davey dug in his pocket and pulled out a nickel. "I mean, stuff just happens, you know. It's nothing really. It's not really magic."

"Yeah it is!" Les said, staring excitedly at the coin in Davey's outstretched palm.

"I mean, sometimes I can just…" Davey closed his hand, then opened it again, rubbing his fingers together. The nickel was gone.

"What!"

"No way!"

"You just made it disappear!"

"How'd you do that?"

"I told you he was magic!" Les shouted happily.

Davey stood up and waved everyone back to their spots. "Shush! There's people trying to sleep upstairs!" he whispered loudly.

Once everyone had settled down and gotten over the shock of Davey's trick, he sat back down and gave an exaggerated sigh, glancing slyly around at everyone. "Like I said, it's not a big deal. It's just something that happens"—he reached over to Les and produced the nickel from behind his brother's ear—"when you're least expecting it."

The newsies erupted into chaos again. Les leapt to his feet, giddy with delight.

"All right, all right!" Jack said, trying to regain order, but the newsies were having none of it. After they'd all tried to get Davey to tell them his trick (and Davey refused, insisting it was nothing special anyway while winking at Les) it still took a few minutes for them to stop talking about this new interesting development. "It's my turn!" Jack said finally, and the last conversations died away. "Okay. Whew. Tough act to follow."

"What're you gonna say," Race teased. "Drawing? Because I think we all know about that."

"That's all I really do," Jack admitted. "I guess…well, I draw you guys."

"Wait, like, us?"

"Can I see mine?"

"No!" Jack said stubbornly. "See, this is why I never told you guys, because now you'se gonna be snooping up there trying to find the picture I drew of you. Ain't that right?"

"No," Romeo said. "We won't."

"We won't if you just show us," Race said.

Jack yawned. "This is question time. Not art gallery time."

"And it's almost bed time," Davey added, "So keep it going. Crutchie?"

"Let's see…well…in my spare time I like to read."

"Same as Specs," Jack said, "no good. We all see you doing it."

"Well, I don't do anything else!"

"Fine…" Jack sighed, obviously not wanting to start an argument. "Race?"

"I like to go down to the races and—"

"Gamble," Jack finished, rolling his eyes.

Race frowned. "No. Bet."

"Same thing. Elmer?"

"After work I like to…I dunno. Eat."

"Big surprise."

"And imagine what I'd eat if I had a lot of money."

"Which would be?" Race asked, then quickly shook his head. "Never mind. I don't want to know. I'm hungry already."

"Mush's turn!" Davey said.

"I like to run. There's an alley that I always go to, and I just run down it as fast as I can every day. Sometimes there's other kids there and we race, but usually it's just me."

"That's why you'se always so sweaty at night," Race said, earning him a kick from Mush.

"Romeo? We're back to you."

"That was fast," Romeo noted.

"We're getting better at this," Davey said approvingly.

"I like to go down to the docks and watch the boats come in."

"Why?"

"I dunno."

"That ain't a good answer. There's gotta be a reason."

"Well, maybe I'll know someone that comes in. You know?"

There was a pause.

"Yeah," Specs said, letting out a breath.

Another pause.

"Or, because I can find some extra money. Rich people is always dropping pennies down by the docks."

"That sounds more reasonable," Jack said with a grin.

"Albert, your turn," Davey said.

"Hold on," Henry said, standing up. "I'm going to bed. Night everyone."

"Another one down," Jack said, smirking, as Henry stumbled upstairs.

"Aw, Henry, come on!" Albert called after him. "Miss my question!" There was no response. Albert shrugged. "All right then. My question is—"

"Hold it!" Jack yelled suddenly, making everyone jump. He leapt to his feet and raced after Henry. The newsies sat blinking at each other in the sudden silence until they heard Jack's returning footsteps on the stairs. He emerged again seconds later, panting.

"Um, Jack? What was that about?" Albert asked.

"Just making sure he wasn't snooping in my drawings."

"Oh…hey, that's a good idea. Jack, can I go to bed too?" Race said slyly, making to rise.

"No!" A couple others pretended to lean towards the stairs. "No, no! My stuff is as off-limits as it ever was!"

"We just want to see our portraits," Crutchie said, giving Jack a puppy-dog pout.

"I'll show you some other time!" Jack said exasperatedly.

"Promise?" Romeo asked.

Jack looked around at everyone. The newsies were staring at him relentlessly. At last he surrendered. "All right, fine!" he laughed, raising his hands in defeat. "I promise. Now, I believe it's Albert's turn."

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-Sis21K