(Frankly, there's two types of loyalty Newt has. For the most part, all of the boys got the first brand of loyalty that he had. The kid was basically mother hen to all of them and they might as well be like his kids or little siblings for how he looked out after them. They were his responsibility. Point blank. Simple as that. But then there were his actual friends, the people he actively sought out and talked to and sat with. Now they....They were special.

Monsters were always worth bonding over in Newt's humble opinion. The kid had pretty mixed ideas about monsters. He partly loved them and partly was frightened of them. It depended on the monster.

So hey don't be so shocked there mister. When Sam breaks the game with a laugh, Newt laughs too, his nose crinkling up and his shoulders shaking.) Okay, okay. That's fine. I'll go out and ask one of the giant bats if I can draw their picture.

(Actually he didn't have to. He already had a drawn picture of some of the monsters. Kid was ten steps ahead. But then again this is someone who had detailed maps of the tunnels too so yanno.)

Well in that case I'll be sure to remember you said that. Don't think I'm not above putting you to work. You look strong. Maybe I'll force you to help me in the garden sometime.