you and your boyfriend, newt, are by the fireplace, and a fair few gladers have met up as usual in the evening for a drink. gally’s made his special drink and has shared it around. you’re sitting with next on the floor behind a log, drinking a jar of the alcohol, newt also drinking it…just a lot slower, you’re already on your third glass, and newt noticed your words slurring slightly.

“right…i think that’s enough now.”