Although she makes a face at him, her nose wrinkling and her tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth briefly, Maeve is smiling when she takes the plant from Steve's hands. It's cute. Both the gift itself and the fact that he brought it, all while remembering she actively doesn't want to celebrate her birthday.

"Thank you," she says, turning in a circle where she stands as she looks for a place to put it. After a moment she steps over a flat box and moves toward the wide windowsill she's planning on setting up the sofa next to. It's a perfect space for the potted plant and she sets it there, then turns to look at Steve.

"What do you think?" she asks.