"Don't judge me," Maeve says with a laugh, jokingly flipping Steve off at the look he gives her burnt marshmallows. "I've never done this before. How was I supposed to know they'd catch on fire like they were doused on bloody petrol?"

Despite her words, despite the finger she's just flashed Steve, she has her lips pressed into a smile. The weed is working a little, she's feeling light and mellow, and she's having fun. Fun and camping are not words she ever thought she'd put together, but she suspects a lot of it has to do with Steve.

"And then what do you do with the chocolate?" she asks.