Maybe it's just the natural balance of the universe at work, that one of them had to be prudish, and it definitely wasn't going to be Queenie. It still surprises her sometimes how her sister can be so forward-thinking on so many things, can wear pants every, single day of her life, for goodness' sake, but still so prissy about romance.

"You're a terrible liar," Queenie points out, as if that were the reason for her knowing with such certainty that Newt was anything but just a friend. "And he's terrible about taking the lead on this stuff, so I don't see why you can't give him a little help. Fellas need it sometimes, you know."