"I'm prettier than anyone else you know," she answers with a grin and a shrug, as if that's the only reason Steve is here with her. "Except maybe Robin and Rue, but I don't think either of them are interested in your dick. Or any dick."

Maeve lets Steve the way, holding her beer in one hand, her heels clicking on the floor as they walk. It feels weird, being in heels, she doesn't normally wear anything like this, but she feels pretty, too.

"This is a lot," she says, looking up at the tree. "I don't think I've ever seen a Christmas tree this big."