"Oh, you've got yourself a deal." Steve returns the kiss and then rolls off of the bed to follow Maeve towards the tub. She picks up the bubble bath and Steve laughs at her declaration as he leans down to pull out a bottle of champagne that he stashed in the mini bar. They could just drink from the bottle, but he wants to make things nice so he grabs two flutes from next to the ice bucket.

"If you put all of that in, we're gonna have bubbles up to the ceiling," he tells her, smiling as he picks up a purple bath bomb and gives it a sniff. It smells like lavender, and he shrugs before tossing it into the tub. It immediately starts to fizz and Steve perks up as the water starts to turn purple. "Ooh, that's fancy."

A few years ago, Steve might had acted like he was too manly for a purple bubble bath, but now he's no longer a massive idiot (at least in regards to masculinity), so he's very excited about the whole thing. "But it's your bath, babe. Do what you gotta do."