"How much gas costs, probably," Steve replies as he lowers the volume because he isn't even interested in the movie and Maeve has pulled out of her book haze, so he would rather take advantage of that.

He pulls his hand out of her shirt to rest it on her neck as she tips her head back, sliding it up until he's holding her jaw loosely in his hand.

"Welcome back," he says fondly, hair spilling over his forehead as he smiles down at her. "What's your book about?"