"You did," She supplied with a wry grin, "in our recent re-introduction." Darrow had seen fit to return her mentally at eleven for the duration, but though it felt like a hazy dream there was quite a bit she remembered from the experience.

It was selfish, truly, taking any delight from him being here. He should be in England publishing his book. Instead he'd been there for longer than herself, it's not a thought she likes to think about and it's one he quickly wipes away all the same.

Tina sucked in a breath in minute surprise. Newt seemed to like kissing. Not that she minded, she was finding she was quite enjoying it after the first mishap. Responding in kind beforee she beared a grin, dark eyes amused. "Well, then," She agreed quietly.