"I thought we agreed you'd stop saying wieners," Maeve answers, reaching over to kick him lightly with her toe as she tries not to laugh. She shakes her head when he offers her the mustard and instead just bites into her hot dog.

"Why does it taste better than usual?" she asks, her mouth full. That seems wrong. They haven't done anything, they've just cooked them over a stupid fire outdoors, but somehow it tastes so much better than when she makes them at home as a quick and easy meal.

"Is this why people like camping?" she asks. "Food tastes better?"