"Please don't ever use the word wieners again," Maeve says as she takes the stick from Steve, attempting to micmic his accent on the word. It's halfway decent, though she still sounds too English to properly say it and it sounds even more ridiculous coming from her mouth than it does his.

She can't help but laugh and once there's a hot dog on her stick, she carefully pokes it out over the fire before she turns slightly to root around in the cooler looking for the beer.

"So is this camping?" she asks, handing Steve two cans so he can open them. "Drinking and processed meat on a stick?"