Queenie smiled at Jacob. "Aw don't worry honey. Most guys think what you was thinking, first time they see me." She playfully gestured to him with her wand, "Now you need food."

Newt looked out the window, Rayla joining him this time. A Billywig flew past the window. Rayla glanced at Newt. He was clearly nervous in here and was anxious to find his creatures.

Tina set the table as Queenie started to cook the meal. Rayla slowly moved to the door, wanting to get out, needing to leave. She listened to the sisters talk.

"Hot dog.. again?"

"Don't read my mind!"

"Not a very wholesome lunch."

Jacob, who seemed to be a tiny bit terrified, but more fascinated, walked with a slight stagger, to the table and sat down.

Newt walked past Rayla, grabbing her wrist, handing her his case in the process, and reached for the doorknob. Suddenly Queenie spoke, not even looking up from her cooking.

"Hey, Mr. Scamander, Ms. Williams, you prefer pie or strudel?"

The trio in the kitchen looked at the two of them.

Rayla handed Newt his case back and shuffled awkwardly, "I don't- I don't have a preference."

Newt, embarrassed, took his hand off the doorknob, "Neither do I."

Tina stared at the duo, confrontational, but hurt showed on her face more. Queenie turned to Jacob, beaming, "You prefer strudel, huh, honey? Strudel it is."

Jacob grinned and nodded excited and very enthusiastic. She waved her wand and sent raisins, apples and pastry into the air. The ingredients wrapped itself neatly into a cylindrical pie, baking immediately, completed with fancy decoration and a dusting of sugar.

Jacob took a deep breath in, he seemed to be in heaven. Tina lit the candles on the table. Tina looked at Newt and Rayla, who were both standing awkwardly by the door.

"Well sit down Mr. Scamander, Ms. Williams, we're not going to poison you."

Jacob sent a quick and subtle glare, nodding to the empty chairs, willing them to sit down.

Rayla glanced at Newt. He seemed charmed by the situation. She smiled slightly and grabbed his hand.

She tugged him lightly to the table. She went to sit down in the empty chair by Queenie, but Newt quickly set his case down by the empty chair at the end of the table and pulled the chair back for her.

She smiled at him as she sat down. He pushed it in and sat down himself. Queenie smiled to herself. She knew what Newt was thinking, what Rayla was, but more importantly, what he felt towards Rayla.