Right. Neal's one of Them. He gets it. Parker relaxes a little, smiling, small and brief but genuine.

She looks around one more time, taking in the room, how much work he'd put into it.

"Thank you."

She can't quite look at him as she says it. No one's ever given her anything, except her team. And mostly they steal stuff for her. Not that that makes her like it any less.

Eliot makes food for her. But no one had ever made a forest and then given it to her.

"I'll take care of it. I promise."