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[mathemagier]

[Screened calls go straight to voicemail, where an impatient recording answers]

You've reached Dr. Hermann Gottlieb. Leave your name, number, and business if you expect a return call. Thank you.

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[driftsintobuffetline]

[For not the first, and certainly not the last time, Newt genuinely wonders how they had ever gotten off the ground in the first place. Hermann needs order, he resists spontaneity...

But some of his plans--the proposal, the assistance with the Drift, living together--however spontaneous by Hermann's standards...are some of the most magical moments of Newt's adult life.

He nods, kind of understanding the metaphor. It's hard, when Newt lives for spontaneity himself.]

Alright. You just tell me when you have a good coat and an umbrella and I'll be ready. It can be two weeks from now, two months, March, whenever. But when you say go--be ready to jump in the puddles with me, man.

Now. ...I think I'm done adulting, so how about we be teenagers and play hooky and go get us a milkshake or something.

[mathemagier]

[The tension dissipates as Newton seems to grasp what he's attempting to say, and he's more than ready for a mood change. Pulling on his seat belt, Hermann starts up the car]

Two weeks then. But before all that, we'll see about that shake and perhaps a bit of lunch.

[driftsintobuffetline]

[The change is much needed and he's glad to see Hermann is fine with moving on now. Newt buckles up.] And a makeout session. There's got to be some scenic hilltop where all the kids go to makeout these days.

[mathemagier]

[Hermann backs out of the parking space and merges back onto the road]

Well I don't know where the teenagers go nowadays, but I'm sure we can find a nice spot to have to ourselves..