"I wouldn't dream of it," Steve says with a laugh, once again relieved at how easy this all is. He doesn't have to be such a try hard with Maeve, doesn't have to be the cool guy. She probably wouldn't even like the guy he tried so hard to be, but she does like who he really is when he's just being himself.

"I'll prep the rest. Just hold my stick and try not to let the main ingredient catch fire," he says with a grin, holding his own stick out for her to take. After glancing at the marshmallows and deciding that they're out of danger, he opens the graham crackers and the chocolate, breaking both in half and assembling the s'mores on his knees.

"Okay, reel them in." When Maeve draws the sticks in close enough, Steve sandwiches one of the marshmallows between the graham crackers while it's still hot enough to melt the chocolate, then hands to to Maeve in exchange for the other stick. Once he has his own s'more, he sets the sticks down and drops back into his chair, looking at her excitedly.

"Okay, now take a bite," he tells her happily, pausing to await her reaction before biting into his own. "And then you'll have officially had the American camping experience."