Steve turns in the direction of the rustling and presses up onto his toes to look for Maeve, but he doesn't see her and she doesn't answer, so he spins around on his heel to jump down off of the table, only to find Maeve standing right there. He lets out a yelp and startles a bit, only to cackle with amusement right after.

"I know I come from the era of the slasher flick, but I was hoping for more of a romcom turned porno vibe," he says as he hops down off of the bench, taking the bundle of sticks from her arms and planting a kiss on her cheek. He heads over to the fire pit and dumps the wood, crouching down as he starts to arrange them for a fire.

"Besides, if this was a horror movie, I'd never survive," Steve says easily, smirking over at her as he balls up some dry grass for kindling. "I'm a hot, sex-having jock. I'd be done in the second act."

Once he gets the fire prepared, he pulls his lighter from his pocket and ignites it, since it's starting to get dark anyway. He leans down to blow on the kindling, then rocks back on his haunches and claps his hands together to wipe away any dirt, looking over at Maeve as he does. "But you've got a final girl vibe. I think you'd make it."