Maeve seems so pleased to be eating a store-bought hot dog that she roasted over a fire, and Steve finds himself smiling at her. She is so much more low-maintenance than other girls that he’s dated. He isn’t constantly trying to impress her, and she doesn’t demand that he put her up on a pedestal. They can be themselves around each other, truly and without judgment. Steve’s never had anything like that before.

The closest that he ever came was Nancy, but he always felt kind of dumb around her. She never made him feel like that on purpose, he doesn’t think, but it was there. Maeve is smart too, much smarter than him, but she’s never made Steve feel like an idiot for it.

“Most things taste better when cooked over an open flame, I think. That’s why barbecue is so awesome,” he tells her, smiling over at her and licking mustard from the corner of his mouth. Once he’s done with his first hot dog, he leans over at pulls a small tin from his bag, popping it open and pulling out one small gummy. He puts it in his mouth and then holds the tin out for her to take one if she wants. “To enhance both the s’mores and the orgasms.”