"You're fucking ridiculous," Maeve answers, sprawled back in her chair and trying to glare at him, all while she attempts to hide her smile. It turns out to be significantly more difficult when she's stoned.

She stretches her leg out and kicks Steve's foot lightly, feeling lazy and comfortable. She's also pretty sure she's still sticky, but isn't especially inclined to do anything about it.

Unless. "Is there a lake?" she asks suddenly.