Levi could point out that she isn't wildlife, but gardening isn't his area of expertise - thought it seems like it should go without saying that you should at the very least keep a clear path to your home. But it's not a point he's invested in arguing about.

He is admittedly somewhat surprised to find the objects in her home quite orderly - military training could turn messy people into organized ones, but that didn't necessarily remain true if they were no longer technically obligated to keep it so. Perhaps it shouldn't be as shocking as it is, given what he already knows of her, but truly, it's difficult for anyone to meet his standards right out of the gate.

"I'm fine, thanks. Erwin's the coffee drinker." Cake is a little too sweet for his tastes.

Levi helps her to the chair, then pulls up another one to sit closer-

...his fingers detect the unmistakable feeling of dust on the underside and back of the chair. He brings his hand in front of the face to assess the grime, wrinkling his nose as he pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes off his fingers.

"The fuck is this? If you're going to be this tidy, learn to clean properly. Half the work is done already."