"The exact answer I was hoping for." Steve watches Maeve stretch and then picks up his beer to chug the rest of it before getting up to join her. He's pleasantly high, just relaxed and a little horny, and when he takes a deep breath, he appreciates the freshness of it in his lungs.

"Just a sec," he says as he gathers their bags. After zipping them up in the tent, he takes a stick and pokes at the fire, smothering the logs in the dirt until it's just smoldering. He grabs two more beers from the cooler and then joins Maeve, looking over at her with easy smile. "Let's do this."

It's getting a little late, with the sun just staring to set, so hopefully any families will be back at their campsites. There is a clear trail leading into the woods and Steve leads them along it, stepping forward to push aside a few overgrown branches for Maeve. When they get to the lagoon, there's a small group of people about their age on the opposite side, but they seem to be packing up.

"Looks like we got lucky," he tells her, turning to lift his eyebrows a few times and hand over the second beer to her.