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Maeve absolutely cannot believe she's doing this.

It's very possible she loves Steve. She knows she likes him very much, obviously enough that she's willing to go camping with him when camping doesn't really seem like something she's going to enjoy that much. In Darrow, though, they can't exactly get away and while Maeve is mostly perfectly fine with that, it seems like Steve wants to have some kind of getaway.

She would never consider herself high maintenance, but there's something about sleeping in a tent she finds a little perilous and she isn't even sure why. And Maeve isn't used to feeling uncertain, so she tries not to let it show as she packs up a bag, trying to work out what she's supposed to bring camping. They might only be going for a night, but they'll be sleeping outside. In a tent.

"Steve?" she calls, looking at her bag. He's in the living room, finishing up their supplies, and she has no idea what the hell she's doing. "What do I bring to sleep in? How cold is it going to be?"

Perhaps he's getting a little stir crazy. It's not like they can go on any real sort of getaway, not being trapped in this city like they are, but maybe a little change of scenery would do them some good. Maeve doesn't exactly seem thrilled with the idea, but she did say yes, so Steve is hoping that she'll end up enjoying herself more than she thinks she will.

"I say nothing, if I get a vote!" Steve calls back in response to her question, and finishes zipping up the tent bag before heading back towards the bedroom to answer her question a bit more seriously. "It shouldn't be too bad, and we'll be sharing body heat in a sleeping bag. Sweats and a t-shirt should be fine."

She looks a bit overwhelmed, so Steve steps up behind her and puts his hands on her hips, leaning in to press a kiss to the side of her neck. "Are you sure you want to go? We don't have to."