"Uh, well. It's a personal preference," Steve says flatly, watching Maeve's marshmallow get fully engulfed in flames. He grabs her wrist and directs the stick towards his face so he can blow it out before she gets the idea to whip it off of the stick.

He bites the charred marshmallow off of the stick, cheeks bulging as he sticks two fresh ones on the end of it. Once he swallows, licking the corners of his mouth, he nods a bit and lets go of the stick.

"Try to keep them a few inches above the flames, and turn it a bit," Steve says, lifting his own stick to show her, keeping one eye on it as he pulls a chocolate bar from the bag and rips it open with his teeth. "You kind of want them golden brown, but a little char isn't so bad."