[ seriously, could this take any longer? newt's starting to get concerned that his secret is not about to be secret, and he would be right, considering when he turns around to check on his setting, he spots alby. newt jumps-- ] Bloody hell-- [ and then settles again, his heart skipping a beat, though whether it's out of surprise or out of the sight of alby in his pajamas, newt really couldn't tell you.

it's a little disgusting how cute he finds that.

swallowing the butterflies that seem to rise up in his stomach, newt offers him kind of a crooked, half squinty grin. ] Surprise. Didn't mean for you to see me--you weren't supposed to wake up for another ten minutes, you know. I must be losing my touch.

[ cooking wise, anyway. using his spatula, newt gestures at the table. the parfait and the granola are at least set out, and the bacon's sizzling in the pan next to him; it'll be ready in minutes, if the damned bananas will cooperate. ] Go on, sit down.