"They're beautiful." Steve turns one of the stars over in his hand, marveling at how it's made. He only puts it down again to open the box that she places in front of him. Steve had looked for some of the paint, only to find that most of it was gone or dried up. But here are bottles of it, painstakingly collected.

Steve looks up in surprise - that she found this much, that she thought to save it, that she' giving it to him.

"Thank you." The words aren't enough. Steve feels a sudden heat in his throat, a tightness in his chest. He sighs heavily to relax it. "I hope you didn't go to too much trouble."