Well, we don't get much of a choice. So it really doesn't matter.[Newt lets out a whistle and Helga scampers out of the room and down the stairs while Newt gestures at the other to follow him.

The little townhome that Newt has made home looks very familiar. No, really, it basically looks like his little London abode back home. Helga has jumped onto Newt's bed and made herself comfy.

There's a shattered tea pot on the kitchen floor. Ah, right. He had dropped that earlier and completely forgotten about it.]

Reparo. [He points his wand at the broken china and it rebuilds itself into a teapot...before crumpling back into a heap. At least it's cleaner than the scattered pieces just moments before. Newt makes an irate noise in the back of his throat before-] Reparo [The pot seems to rebuild itself proper at least this time.]

It's honestly inconsequential. Someone tried to crush my arm in their jaw- ah ha. That wasn't here before. [Newt picks up the pot and places it on the counter as he goes over to the blessing basket. His was down in the basement, which meant that this must belong to Theseus. He takes the jar of food and holds it out to the other.] Eat something from here while I start tea.

[Did Newt purposely just brush over the part where he mentioned someone tried to basically eat him?]