"British people are much too refined to piss in the woods," Maeve agrees, then makes a face when Steve smears his thumb over her chin. She can feel it, the sticky chocolate, and she licks her lower lip, all the while knowing it isn't going to help at all.

"You've made a mess," she complains, half-hearted, sounding mellow and stoned. "Now a bear is definitely going to eat me. I'm all covered in chocolate. What bear could resist?"