She doesn't totally know what it is, if it's the atmosphere of the party, if it's the fact that it's Thanksgiving and she's once again spending it without any of her biological family here, if it's the conversation she'd had earlier with Eric or what, but she catches sight of Newt across the bar and she's suddenly so intensely grateful for everything he is to her that she finds herself having to stare down at her plate of pie in her hands for a few minutes until her vision clears.

Then she's striding across the room with a second plate of pie that she holds out to Newt as soon as she's close enough.

"Thank you for being you," she says and it's said with a little grin, something to take the edge off just how serious that might otherwise sound. While she and Newt have no problems at all telling each other how in love they are, how happy they are, there's something about being thankful for him -- even at Thanksgiving -- in a room full of people that's just a touch too serious for her. But she needs to say it. Because she is.