“Aren’t you supposed to play dead when you see a bear?” Steve asks. “I know you’re not supposed to run, so moving slowly would probably work in our favor. But I don’t think you need to worry.”

They’re at a campground, not out in the middle of the woods, and he still isn’t sure if there are bears in Darrow. Still, he’ll lock the food up before they go to bed, just to be safe.

“What?” Steve looks over at Maeve, stunned by her admission, but then he realizes that he probably shouldn’t be. Her mom doesn’t exactly sound like the type of person who would have shown her. “Well, we need to fix that right now.”

He lifts her hand to kiss the back of it and then lets go to dig all the supplies out of his bag, ripping open the marshmallows and popping one into his mouth. He takes Maeve’s hot dog stick and spears two marshmallows on the end and then does the same to his own. “Okay, first we roast the marshmallows.”

As he holds his stick out to let the marshmallows hover just over the flame, he rips open the box of graham crackers and holds a pack on his knee. “They’re so good, babe. Just messy, sticky blobs of awesome.”