"Oh?" Newt asks, curious. Then he remembers: of course they must have been odd, what with Tina and Queenie living at school most of the year before returning to the orphanage. That must have given them a severe sense of whiplash, or so Newt would imagine.

He listens as she explains her traditions and what she loves about the holidays in the fall. In a way, he thinks, it makes much more sense for the beginning of the year to be in fall instead of the dead of winter; fall still has some life left in it, after all.

"It sounds like you and Queenie managed," he smiles. "Does Queenie like Yom Kippur as much as you do?" There's no judgment in his tone; only gentle curiosity.

"Would you consider celebrating again here in Darrow?"