Newt
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[Kate's house, Barbecue time]

Newt rang the bell to Kate's front door and waited patiently for the door to open. He had been looking forward to this all day and had slaved on his dish .. well okay slaved wasn't the right word exactly ..

"Newt?" Kate said opening the door. She suppressed a chuckle.

"What?" He asked, holding out the large foil covered bowl.

"I .. umm .. like your shorts."

He grinned, "Hey thanks .. after wearing black all the time a man needs some color in his life."

"Yeah .." she chuckled, taking the bowl from him. "What's this?"

"It's the Newt Special," he grinned, "Taco salad. You just take all the thing you like and throw 'em in a bowl!"

"Sounds great," She said, "The rest out in the back yard."

"Okay thanks." He said and headed for the door she motioned him to.

"Oh, Newt," she called.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Be sure to meet September's husband, I think you'll like him."

"Okay. Thanks!" he continued on his way out, straightening his bright yellow tank top as he went.

He stepped out onto the lawn and waved. Then his eyes widened as he pushed his glasses up on his nose. "Hey!" he pointed

"Hey!" the strange man in the red Bermuda shorts with bright yellow happy faces printed all over the fabric replied back to him, pointing back at Newt, who was wearing nearly exactly the same shorts!

Newt walked over to him, holding out his hand, a broad grin on his face. "You must be September's husband."

"Yes," he replied. "And September was worried about the impression I'd make!"

Newt chuckled, "I'm Newt, and I think you have great taste!"


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