Newt squints at her, crossing his arms over his chest and huffing like a petulant child. "Y'know, just because it's your birthday doesn't mean you can threaten death over the actual story of my life." Actually, he's come to expect it, though the death threats are usually aimed for in the general direction of, well, him. "And I will be expecting a very formal, very written apology when you open the eight trillion gifts Kate and I got for you later. A very written apology."

There's not an ounce of irritation in his tone, really, which is a pretty considerable feat for him and speaks a hell of a lot for how much he likes Mindy, and he drops one hand back down to his side while waving toward the bar with other.

"Seriously, though, I'm like, crazy parched and if I'm going to watch this movie, I'm going to need a few beers first."