Those are definitely too many words, though of course Taako is gracefully skirting the line between babbling and being an engaging host. She can't wait for him to be all smug pride again and none of the spring-coiled mess he's being under her arm, a heart-breakingly far cry from the resident chef and arcanist of the IPRE she remembers. But it'll be fine in a minute, especially since Newt apparently was cruelly deprived of ice cream in all of the shitty planes he's gotten dragged to before.

"Yeah and thanks to your huge fuckoff bowl we had to spend all morning busting our asses to get it filled up with coconuts, thanks bro," she adds with an affectionate roll of her eyes. "Now let the man eat his ice cream."