"I mean, if you asked me to draw you a series of kaijus, you'd be giving me a gift, so I get where the guy's coming from," Newt says, which is only half-true because his drawings are more like scribbles so they wouldn't look like much of anything anyway. "And no, I'm not that much of a lightweight, dude. Come on. Maybe if you had those fucking Crentists dipshits here with their crazy gas but not when it comes to sugar."

He pauses, studying Bitty for a minute before looking back at his friend. "So what, you got a personal baker now or something? Too good for the peasants? The hell did you meet this guy?"