After many weeks of crossing the Atlantic, Ripley has made it to Reddiker Woodes. I think he's happy to be here, not so sure if Newt is happy with him yet, but I'm pretty sure she'll come around.
Newt: What's that, I hear someone downstairs? I wonder if it's the wine delivery?

Ripley: It is I dear love. I've come to be with you.
Newt: Hey, wait a minute, how did you get up here, there are no stairs yet?
Ripley: Hello, I am a sprite.
Ripley: Oh, my love, I've missed you so. Come to me.
Newt: Where have you been? You could've called, sent a letter, emailed, pixie courier, anything. !!!

Ripley: I've traveled far, over sea and land to be with you. It's been such a long journey, and I'm so weary.
Newt: Wait a minute, you came by plane and truck, same as me. And I've been slaving away to get the pub ready. Men, typical.

Ripley: And I appreciate it, how about a little kiss?
Newt: Well...I don't know. I'm pretty steamed at you.

Ripley: I'll make it worth your wile.
Newt: HEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ripley: Let's sit, I have some things to tell you.
Newt: I don't know???
Sweet nothings in her ear...
...And like all women and a good foot massage, she succumbs to him.

They both think they have each other, right where they want the other.

Ripley: Would you like a cold one dear?
Newt: And just how long is the over the top charm treatment going to last?

Ripley: Come dear, let me sing you a song.

Newt: *sigh* I do love him so, that man of mine.