"And here I thought once I hit eighteen, went to college, and lived on my own, I'd stop being called a kid," she answers with a put upon sigh, even though it doesn't bother her much at all. Maeve hasn't been a kid for a very long time. She's been on her own since she was fourteen, no parents looking out for her, no guardian, just her alone in the caravan.

It's not so bad, after all that, having someone think of her as a kid.

"Yeah, alright," she agrees. "I'm never going to say no to tacos."