INT. GOLDSTEIN RESIDENCE, SITTING ROOM -- HALF HOUR LATER -- NIGHT

The catch on Newt's case pops open. Newt reaches down and pushes it shut.

Jacob looks a little better for having eaten. He and Queenie are getting on famously.

QUEENIE: "The job ain't that glamorous. I mean, I spend most days making coffee, unjinxing the john… Tina's the career girl." (she reads his mind) "Nah. We're orphans. Ma and Pa died of dragon pox when we were kids. Aw…" (reading his mind) "You're sweet. But we got each other!"

Queenie giggles, delighted, captivated by Jacob.

JACOB: "Could you stop reading my mind for a second? Don't get me wrong -- I love it."

JACOB: "This meal -- it's insanely good! This is what I do -- I'm a cook and this is, like, the greatest meal I have ever had in my life."

JACOB: "Really?"

QUEENIE (laughing): "Oh, you slay me! I ain't never really talked to a No-Maj before."

Queenie and Jacob gaze into each other's eyes. Newt and Tina sit opposite each other, uncomfortably silent in the presence of such affectionate behavior.

Tina looks put out.

Jacob is suddenly very pale and sweaty again, although still trying to look good for Queenie.

TINA (embarrassed): "I'm just saying -- don't go getting attached, he's going to have to be Obliviated!" (to Jacob) "It's nothing personal."

Newt briskly gets up from the table and awkwardly stands behind his chair.

QUEENIE (to Jacob): "Oh, hey, you okay, honey?"

QUEENIE (to Tina): "I am not flirting!"

QUEENIE (to Tina): "What's a Niffler?"

NEWT: "Miss Goldstein, I think Mr. Kowalski could do with an early night. And besides, you and I will need to be up early tomorrow morning to find my Niffler, so --"

TINA: "Don't ask." (moving toward a back room) "Okay, you guys can bunk in here."