Melanie frowns at the Hatchimal news. It doesn't sound like the sort of thing she could help with, even if she was feeling normal. Newt's magic would make a bigger difference, and it sounds like he hasn't even been able to stop it.

But it must not be too dangerous, if Newt only looks a little messy, and if he felt like he could take a break. And she knows enough of what Hatchimals look like to guess that even a big one wouldn't be able to do much but crush things that got in its way. They barely even have arms.

"Do you want me to make tea?" she offers. She's learned how to do it; even without magic, it's easy. "And I could get you some food. You should rest."