[ When Steve first greeted the new Summoned with her bright pink hair, there had been something that started playing at the back of his mind, a sense of familiarity even though he's almost positive he's never met her before. The feeling had been fleeting enough that he'd set it aside, focused instead on everything that needs to get done before dinner gets into full swing.

Yet not too long later, she approaches him again. The declaration seems pretty pointed, and Steve wonders how many people are going to ask him to carry heavy things while he's here in Abraxas. Not that he minds, but it is a little funny how widespread it's become. Do people like Geralt have to put up with this too? ]

He probably should have packed them more carefully, then. [ If they were packed at all. There's as good a chance that the box and its contents were just brought into existence with a thought. ] Here, I can help. Where do you need it?

[ He steps forward to bend and lift the box into his arms from where she'd left it, and the ease with which he picks it up might be suspicious. Like it weighs nothing at all. ]

And sorry, I don't think I caught your name. I'm Steve. [ He can't shake her hand now that his arms are full, but he nods to her in greeting. ]