Hello people! I am SO sorry I haven't been active lately, I had like no motivation or ideas - writer's block is a bitch (and I also fell into a bit of a Netflix hole and only occasionally went outside). But then I had the bright idea of making this (what would be pretty long) oneshot into a 3 parter!

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One thing Tina Goldstein had noticed about London was that it was cold. Cold and wet. Not like New York was cold, but cold in a different sort of way. When New York was cold is snowed. But in London it seemed there was too much rain for any snow to settle. There was this constant dampness that hung in the air almost like a mist – Newt informed her that the British call it 'drizzle'. She had stupidly not taken this into account when thinking of what to wear when leaving the apartment at eight this morning (whilst downing a coffee – English coffee wasn't quite the same as American coffee) for what Newt had referred to as a 'food tour of London'. She shivered. She only wore a light jacket over a white blouse and long black skirt and her leather boots provided the only real protection from the 'rain'.

Newt, whose arm she was holding, felt her shiver and pulled her to the side slightly so as not to interrupt the paths of their fellow Londoners. He released his arm from her grip and shrugged off his trademark blue overcoat and held it out to her. She shook her head. "No. I couldn't possibly. I'm fine."

He smiled. That warm, charming sideways grin that had made Tina fall in love with him in the first place. "No you're not. I won't need it. I'm used to the weather."

She sighed and smiled back at him. "You're such a gentleman." She commented as she pulled on the coat and his familiar scent of parchment, herbs and animal feed surrounded her. She instantly felt warmer. Then she put her arm through his again, her fingers lightly touching the soft tweed of his jacket, and looked up into his face. She met his eyes – his beautiful blue-green eyes with flecks of gold here and there if you looked for long enough. "They don't make them like that in New York."

He grinned back at her, and she noticed a blush over the tops of his high cheekbones. "I try. Anyway, shall we?"

She nodded and they fell back into step and back into the throng of people making their way along the street. "Where are we going again?"

"The first stop on your food tour. A quite sacred part of English culture."

"Which is?"

He tapped the side of his nose with his free hand. "You'll see."

About ten minutes later they rounded the corner to enter a pleasant little muggle café with All Day English Breakfast scrawled on a blackboard sign in front. Inside the café had a rustic looking wooden floor and glossed mahogany tables with matching chairs scattered around. Each table was graced with a menu and spotless cutlery set on crisp white napkins. Many of these tables were occupied, so it was obviously popular. A very pretty young waitress with curly dark hair wearing a black and white uniform quite clearly recognised Newt and smiled, showing the two of them to a table for two next to the window. Ever the gentleman, Newt helped Tina out of his own coat before pulling a chair out for her.

"I'm assuming you're ordering two full English breakfasts with a pot of tea?" the same waitress asked Newt with a certain familiarity.

Newt chuckled and answered without looking her in the eye - instead he was looking at some point over her left shoulder. "Yes, please."

When the waitress left, Tina looked across the table at Newt. "A full English breakfast? What does that consist of exactly?"

"You'll find out soon enough." he said with a cheeky boyish grin.

"Why are you being so mysterious? It's just food."

Newt leaned forward across the table to her. "Just food? Just food? I'll have you know that the full English is an essential part of our culture, and not only that but it is the best breakfast you will ever eat."

"I'll be the judge of that." Tina grinned.

About fifteen minutes later the waitress came back with two trays, one with a teapot, two cups, milk and sugar, and the other with two large plates filled with food.

"I don't know what you Americans eat, but this - this is proper food." The waitress commented with a laugh as she put the plate of food in front of Tina.

"Like I said to him," Tina smiled and indicated Newt, "I'll be the judge of that."

When the waitress left with another smile, Tina surveyed what food she had in front of her, but got a running commentary from Newt without asking for one. "So there you have back bacon, fried egg, sausage, grilled tomato, fried mushrooms, fried bread and hash browns."

"Hash browns?"

"Fried potato."

"Is there anything here that isn't fried?"

"Nope." Newt grinned. "Although I thought you'd be used to that, being American and all."

Tina shrugged. "Touché." Deciding she had nothing to lose, she tucked in, and found that actually she enjoyed it immensely. The hash browns especially, so much so that when she finished hers, she stole two from Newt's plate with absolutely no apology.

After breakfast the couple decided to take a stroll, hands laced together, along the river bank. After a few moments of comfortable silence Newt asked, "So, how did you enjoy your first full English breakfast experience?"

"A bit greasy, but I liked it. I do have a question though: How do you English eat that much for breakfast every day? I normally skip it." She laughed.

"We don't eat it every day, it's more of a late Sunday morning thing. And also, how do you survive without eating breakfast every day? You really do seem to run on coffee alone."

"I do mostly. Queenie hates it, she's always trying to come up with new ways to get me to eat."

"If a full English was on offer for breakfast every day would you eat it?"

"Maybe not every day, but yes."

"Queenie could make an amazing fry up, I'd wager." When Tina looked at Newt in confusion he chuckled and clarified, "Fry up is the slang for full English."

"I'm sure she could. Maybe you could come back to New York some time and test that theory?"

He grinned, "I'd be happy to."

They'd been crossing Blackfriars Bridge, and Newt brought them to a stop. " For some reason, I've always loved the view from this bridge." He mused as he leaned on the railings looking out across the murky waters of the Thames. The morning mist was still settling, mixing with the city smog, making the actual city partially obscure from this vantage point.

"Yeah," Tina joined him at the railings, "It reminds me of the view of the Hudson from the Manhattan Bridge."

Newt laughed incredulously, "And London is similar to New York how?"

Tina mocked being affronted. "I didn't say they were similar, I just said it reminded me."

"Same thing."

"Is not."

"Is too."

"Oh shut up."

She playfully pushed him back but in response he simply leaned closer to her and kissed her forehead. "On with the tour, then." he grinned at her and held out his arm. With a matching grin she took it and the tour continued.

I'm not ENTIRELY happy with this chapter and I don't know why, but I'm uploading it anyway because you guys have been waiting patiently for so long.

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