All Lucy can really do, at first, is watch, standing by the front door as Steve walks into the other room, where his little tree is. As he makes his way back, she heads further into the apartment, coming to a stop near the couch when he reaches her again. All of this is more than a little confusing, but it's Christmas; while she doesn't think either of them is really in a position to go all out or anything, she can only assume that there's some reasoning behind all of this, something that hasn't yet been made clear to her but will be eventually.

Knowing that can't quite keep her from questioning it, though, especially with a statement like that, her smile small and clearly curious. "With us?" she asks. "That would be kind of complicated, wouldn't it?" She takes the box he's holding and shakes it gently, like that might give her some idea of what's in it, which, of course, it doesn't. It never does. Briefly, she glances down at it, then up at Steve again. "Should I open this now?"