Maria nods when he mentions the cupcakes. "<span style="color: #BFFF00">I'm glad you like them, Neo. Would you like a glass of milk instead of lemonade?</span>" She offers as she stands to take his dinner plate. She walks over a few feet to the kitchen and washes his plate and utensil as well. She's also already washed all the pots and pans she used to cook on top of that.<br/><br/>She turns and leans against her counter all of a sudden, looking at Neo a bit differently. She dries off her hands and walks over to him. She steps behind him as he's sitting and gently wraps her arms around his shoulders and hugs him from behind. "<span style="color: #BFFF00">I'm guessing nobody has ever thanked you. Outside of the thanks that every soldier gets for serving the country. I feel like nobody has ever thanked you personally for what you did.</span>" She holds him a little tighter. "<span style="color: #BFFF00">You don't have any family anymore, do you? They couldn't possibly thank you.</span>" She lets him go slowly, putting a hand on his shoulder.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #BFFF00">If you want to go out and get drunk, then fine. I won't stop you. Just don't drive and make sure a cab can take you home. I don't want to come and bail you out because you were drunk and disorderly. I'm not going to join you because I'm not old enough to drink yet.</span>" She pats his shoulder and heads off to her living room where she plops down on her couch and turns on her T.V. Her house was arraigned in a way where you walked into the small dining room area which was attached to both the kitchen, as they both had the same tiling but were separated by a half wall which Maria had a few knickknacks on, and the living room, separated by the carpeting. The living room then lead to her own room, which he was rarely, if ever allowed into. It was usually closed to top that all off.