There's a vague whistling on the other side of the door, and once it's opened Steve recognizes it as a tea kettle. It's not really a familiar sound to him, because his parents were coffee drinkers. Alcohol, mostly, but coffee too.

"Don't worry about it," Steve says as he steps inside and closes the door behind him, watching as she tugs her hair back from her face. Sometimes when he sees girls do that, it makes him a little jealous. He'd like to snatch his hair back from his face sometimes.

Once she takes the kettle from the stove, Steve meets her at the entrance of the kitchen and holds the potted plant up in front of him with a big grin.

"I got you a housewarming gift," he tells her, and then winks. "Not a birthday gift, as specifically requested."