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[ Peter can hear them laughing and giggling as they leave, some of the girls waving bye to Newt. In a way, it's comforting to know that drunk people and party people are the same everywhere, no matter the galaxy, the species, or the universe. The Guardian seems to have very little trouble moving with most of Newt's weight on him as they walk towards the food truck. ]

Keep that up and I might not say no. [ Peter winks at Newt. ] The way to a man's heart is through their stomach, it's a universal truth.

[ Once they reach the food truck, he flashes a particular charming smile to the vendor, who is looking at them dubiously, and order two large fries and a couple of burgers - or whatever passes for that kind of food on this planet. The man obliges and Peter tries to maneuver Newt's body to sit on the high stools nearby. ]

We will worry about the hangover tomorrow, it's something that cant' be fixed now. I prefer to live in the present, making long-term plans has never gone well for me. [ BUT let's not dwell on that now, Peter wanted to have some fun. ] Yo, Newt, what are your thoughts about Karaoke?