"Wieners," he says again, this time trying to mimic her attempt to mimic his accent. They both end up laughing, and Steve slumps back in his chair as he holds his stick out over the fire, taking a long sip from his beer as he playfully knocks his hot dog into hers over the fire.
"Pretty much," he admits, turning his head to smile over at her. "You're not used to relaxing much, are you?"
It makes sense, given what he's learned of Maeve. She didn't have an upbringing like Steve. Yeah, his dad was a dick and his mom seemed more interested in her wine bottle than him most days, but he never had to worry about anything. Food, clothes, a place to live, money for activities-- these things were all just handed to him. Maeve had to work so hard for everything all of the time.
It makes him happy that she can have calmer moments now. Especially ones shared with him. "And later, I have it on pretty good authority that you'll have several orgasms in a tent. That should be fun."
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"Pretty much," he admits, turning his head to smile over at her. "You're not used to relaxing much, are you?"
It makes sense, given what he's learned of Maeve. She didn't have an upbringing like Steve. Yeah, his dad was a dick and his mom seemed more interested in her wine bottle than him most days, but he never had to worry about anything. Food, clothes, a place to live, money for activities-- these things were all just handed to him. Maeve had to work so hard for everything all of the time.
It makes him happy that she can have calmer moments now. Especially ones shared with him. "And later, I have it on pretty good authority that you'll have several orgasms in a tent. That should be fun."