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[Newton didn't expect him so quickly, but he probably should have. After all, the station isn't that big; he could jog from one available end to the other easily, anyway, even with his short legs. Fact.

But at the rapping, he stands up (obviously this isn't a sitting kind of situation) and pushes over some presents wrapped in pumpkin-themed wrapping paper.]

Mostly sure!

After I gave Viveca her robot body, the one you and Herm helped me with? I got a written message by who I'm assuming is the commander. I mean, maybe it's not, but anyway — he was really thankful for what we did for her, so he told me if there was anything the three of us needed, I could ask.

So I figured, I don't know. I'd surprise you guys with things I thought you'd want.

Kind of a... Halloween-Christmas combo.

[He just hopes he picked the right things to ask for.]

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( hol' up )

The commander gave us gifts? Huh. Thoughtful of him. And you.

( Okay that sounded surprised, but he really isn't, Newt is definitely a Nice Dude. He sets aside his coffee and gets right to it, chuckling over the seasonally-appropriate paper before ripping it open, delighted at what he finds. The dried fruit packs get a short laugh out of him, as he shakes them and paws through the selection. )

Ooh, mango, it's like you know me or something-

( And then he gets to the album, and the laugh locks in his throat. Where did he get this? wants to be the first question out of his mouth, but as he pages through it, almost reverential in the way he pores over each photo, smiling at them, until he seems to remember that Newt's still there. )

...wow, uh. I don't know what to say. ( he glances down at the album, the packs all but forgotten, ) Which is rare, so, savor it. Thank you, Newt. Really.

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Yup! He said I could get us whatever. I probably, uh... should've asked, but...

I thought maybe a surprise would be good.

[Newton looks terribly nervous once Tony gets to the big present, though. He hadn't seen it, but he knew what it was, and he only hopes it's not... like... offensive or anything. Or if the gift makes things worse, or... or anything like that. His hands wring together as his heart lurches in his chest at first, but then Tony smiles. The relief's palpable.]

... It was nothing, man. I, uh. I know how much you'd wanted to see them again, and I figured... I mean, it was the best I could do to help with that. Now you can, like, be that dad that shoves his kid's photo in everyone's face.