"Nah, it's just a two-person tent. Hopper borrowed it from some guy at work," Steve tells her, glancing over to give her a quick smile before going back to sorting out different poles and stakes. "You've got the more important job, anyway. Can't roast marshmallows without a fire."

While Maeve is off finding firework, Steve manages to get the tent put up with minimal cursing, and then zips their sleeping bags together before laying them out inside. He tugs two travel pillows out of his backpack in tosses them in, and then drags in everything else that needs to stay in the tent.

Maeve is still not back by the time that he's done, so he heads over to the picnic table and starts laying out the food, taking two beers out of the cooler. He cracks on open and steps up onto the bench, taking a long sip before looking out into the trees.

"How's it going, babe?" He calls out, lifting his free hand to cup it next to his mouth. "Marco!"