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WHO: Tina Goldstein
WHERE: Newt's camp in the woods
WHEN: June 9
OPEN TO: Newt Scamander
WARNINGS: N/A except for the occasional train wreck
STATUS: Closed, but if you would like something set up for you let me know!

The sun truly wasn't falling much further than the mountain tops these days. A usually light sleeper Tina had grown increasingly more annoyed by the peeping sunlight in her window. There wasn't enough extra linen that could be spared to drape over it, even with the sheet she usually used to cover up with thrown on top. The woman can't really be sure what time it is when she finally cursed this place and sat up from her bed. A glance at the end of it told her that Molly's already awake and causing trouble, but that didn't give way much.

She stifled a yawn and exited her room, but short of a darting cat the house is still and stifling with the ever present heat. A frown met her lips and she moved to knock on Queenie's door before opening it after a moment; So it seemed she really hadn't come home after Tina's failed attempt at sleeping. The woman huffed something of a sigh before closing it back up and made her way to the kitchen. She started at the increasingly familiar sight of a box just appearing on their table. Closer inspection told the woman her name was on it and opening it showed something she rather didn't expect.

Her brows creased before an idea settles and she moved to the cupboard to grab some eating utensils. Usually, she would share everything she had with her sister-- but, well, since she was otherwise occupied the woman has an idea of what to do with it. She settled the stuff in the box and grabbed the survival pack she had before spending some time picking up the house and entertaining the cat. It was difficult to tell when the sun sat far enough in the sky, but eventually she picks up both items and tells Molly to behave. The kitten mewls her dissent and Tina begrudgingly places collar and makeshift leash around her neck to bring her with her.

Tina is far from unfamiliar with where Newt lived in the woods by now. True to her promise she had come to visit him just as he'd taken the time to do so with them. Usually she comes alone, without food, and worried though she often was he always seemed to be eating. Seeing as she usually couldn't provide more than he had it was senseless to bring what rations they had, but the box presented something different-- And at least she could be certain he ate something.

It takes a little while longer than usual to make the trek, laden with box and bag, but she's almost surprised to find the man not already in his campsite. She huffed a laugh at herself, but instead of turning around shifted to place box and bag against nearby tree and decided to wait. At least Molly seems to be having a time of it, exploring the area as much as her restraints would allow. She doesn't doubt her cat likes Newt more than her.

She watches the kitten play and tries to ignore the part of her telling her she shouldn't have come out here. But for once Tina wanted to live by the Thunderbird spirit-- Even if it was just bringing out a meal to share with Newt.

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Even with the benefit of his much smaller shelter, it wasn't easy to rest when the sun didn't rise or set as it should. He had rested, but not fitfully, though he still got up in order to gather for himself, and tucked away a few bits and bobs for Carol. Devlin could look after himself, so he only made certain that he got him water set aside just in case he ventured too far from the shelter.

He's coming back from such an adventure in gathering, and getting water from the river when he notices that he's no longer alone there. With some surprise (the good kind of course), he notes that it is Tina, along with Molly, and well, provisions of some sort, he thinks. He treads a little louder through the underbrush, as to announce his approach, and smiles as he sees Tina watching Molly play.

"Having an adventure, are we?"

She can't help but to feel silly as she waited, the kitten's playful explorations far from completely distracting. Maybe she should just have waited for her sister-- It's upon this particular thought she hears the sounds of movement. Turning her head towards the noise she's inwardly delighted to see it's the man in question. Her answering smile comes readily to her lips as she rises to stand.

"Something like that, if you'll have us. I made sure she didn't get into anything, but she'd have been worse had I left her at the house," the woman mentions, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "I know you'd probably prefer a day or two on your own, but Queenie's not there and I figured you might just want some real food."

Amusement crosses her features before she shifts to open the box in show. She had always threatened to ensure he ate, among other things. "At the very least we've earned a drink, I'd say," She adds.

"Sounds like a rather grand idea," Newt offers, smiling gently. "I'd be honored."

Carefully, he sets about emptying his pockets, setting away Carol's berries and acorns that were still safely hidden from the glaring sun on a few bushes nearby and scattered on the ground.

"No, it's perfectly all right. There isn't much to get into out here, admittedly. She's probably just pleased to stretch her legs," he offers, and takes a seat next to where Molly is playing, but still close to Tina. He reaches out to scritch the kitten gently.

He's just about to ask after what she means by real food when she opens the box with something of a flourish. "Well, you've been busy, haven't you?"

Was that tone slightly teasing? Of course not, that's ridiculous.

Tina smiles in response unable to stifle the delight at his response.

She turns her attention to the box as he sets about his campsite and giving the kitten she had no doubt been vying for all day. "Traitor," Tina mumbles under her breath, shooting the already spoiled kitten a look. There was no malice in her tone, not when Tina had accepted that the cat was more Newt's than hers when it came to any sense of affection.

A brow raises at his teasing and if she's flushing she'd deny it later (she is). Huffing, she pulled out the glasses and placed them to the side. "Be lucky this place was feeling generous, I'm not the cook of the family," She finally answers in stride.

"I just thought you might like something to eat," She adds again, softer this time. She doesn't add that she wanted to see him or that she worries Queenie might decide to stay out of the house. It's comfortable out here like this, with him, so she tries to put this worries aside. "Drinks first?"

Somehow, a drink sounds just about right then-- If only so she can busy herself in preparing them.

"Hardly. She just knows that I know where she likes to be scritched, that's all. Isn't that right, Molly?" Yes, he's speaking to the cat. No one should be surprised.

Tina flushes, and Newt can't say that he doesn't look then, slightly enamored---well, possibly. He watches her start to prepare things, and feels a little out of sorts himself, with nothing much to do except pet the kitten. "This place seems quite fickle at the best of times. I wonder when we might finally get to meet whoever it is that has decided to bring all of us here."

The musing is out loud, but it isn't a question that he thinks anyone has a real answer for. It's punctuated by his looking up and around them as if the answer might materialize in front of them both. "I was started to feel a little peckish, yes. I hadn't yet decided on what I should try to make, thank you." He clears his throat a little after saying that. "Yes, drinks. Of course."

Social activities really aren't his best ability. He feels quite out of place, despite the company. He likes meeting with Tina. He likes visiting and even checking in with her. He's not really certain when that started to happen.

Tina snorted although the fond amusement is hard to miss. "She'd stay out here if I let her," Tina remarked before turning to finishing setting the rest of it out, glancing at the man out the corner of her eye. The woman had plenty of thoughts regarding those that kept them captive here, but it's not something she wants to afford her attention to right now.

She's thus glad when he moves on even if she is immediately reminded of a dinner so long ago. Maybe this was a bad idea, if that had been any indication. Without Queenie and Jacob there to brighten the atmosphere they were both entirely too awkward people. She certainly couldn't ask Queenie to bring Jacob out there, either, not with Sonny-- And besides, a part of her, betraying though it is wants to sit out here with him.

It's strange to think she's comfortable with him even if she's never quite sure how to go about saying anything. "Here you are," She offered after a moment, pressing the cup into his hand and moving one of the freshly ordained plates towards him in offering. There's a pause for a moment as she plucks up the courage to say something, "I'm glad, you know."

A beat before she laughs at herself and continuous perilously on, "That we can see each other even like this." Tina had never fully let herself believe he would come back, after all. Surely something on his trip home would catch his attention and he'd forget.

"Oh, that'd hardly be the best place for her out here," offered Newt softly. "While I do enjoy getting to visit her when I see you, she's very much an indoor one, I think. Best keep to hunting mice, yes?" He says the last bit with a brush along her spine, and down her tail.

He stops petting Molly when Tina offers him his own glass, and gives a nod. "Thank you."

Newt sits a moment, taking a small sip of the drink, and looks over with interest (meeting her gaze for a few seconds at least), and humming in question. He gives a soft laugh then, breathy and awkward.

"Ah, yes. I'm---I'm rather glad for that as well." He clears his throat softly. "I like seeing you."

"Try convincing her of that," Tina answered honestly, the final word more of a breath, "honestly." Newt seems content with creatures of all shapes and sizes and while she's found she enjoys and does well with many, an over-excited kitten has yet to become her forte. She thinks, anyway.

The woman's gladdened for the cup she could hide behind by taking a drink of when the words tumble out. It's no lie and she's always been direct, but she knows Newt's not one for people-- just as much as she isn't-- it's completely possible he'd merely be polite. A glance towards him, however, gives way to a delighted smile and a shake of her head.

"Well," She continued, teeth catching her lip, "we've certainly come quite a way, haven't we?"

"Perhaps we should make her a toy of some kind to keep her interest," Newt offers. "As for the convincing, it will come in time. Unless she's as incorrigible as my Niffler. That would be quite unfortunate."

It isn't him merely being polite that has him admitting that he enjoys her company. He's not sure, really, but this place and these people---he rather thinks he's slowly growing attached. He's concerned, more often than not, for those that are not his rescues from the woods.

"Quite," he admits softly. "A little funny how that works." He has not yet worked out just what their purpose is in this place."

"I'm not really sure how to go about that," She answers honestly, there's much she doesn't know too much about here, "she's incorrigible enough. Although thankfully, she's not attracted to valuables, only going after everything she can chase."

It's easy in many ways. She wouldn't call people friends here, not many, but that's because some part of her still can't get over societal molding (she's not supposed to be friends with them, after all). But really she doesn't let too many people in closely.

She worried on her lower lip before exhaling and adding, "I don't mind it so much."

"I'm certain between the both of us we could work something out," Newt begins, taking another sip of his drink. "Best to keep all loose strings far from her then. Mind all clothing articles and such."

Is that teasing again? Possibly. Maybe just a little.

Newt has just never been the sort of person that was wanted. Too awkward in social situations. Or frankly, annoying for too many. He's never been one to consider himself a social creature.

"Nor I."

"I wasn't aware that was a problem," She answers mildly, sarcasm evident in her tone. Tina had realized early on what any of those items would do and only occasionally used the makeshift leash as a toy.

The woman keeps her eyes towards the drink in her hands when he answers, ignoring the swelling of elation for the briefest of moments. "I'm delighted to hear that," She responds all the same, a radiant smile breaking across her features.

"Though I hope you come to enjoy m--our company enough to come out of living in the woods."

This is said pointedly, mostly in jest if the look of amusement is anything to go by.

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