It's a relief when he agrees and Maeve nods, then takes his hand and heads for the door. At the same time, she's on her phone, ordering them a car. They had planned on drinking, so they'd walked over rather than Steve driving, and she's kind of relieve they had. Maeve knows how to drive, she just hasn't practiced much, and she hasn't technically gotten her license yet either and honestly, the last thing they need right now is a cop getting tangled up in all this.

At least she would probably have a way out, she realizes. Just insist they get Vimes for her.

"Your place?" she asks as she bundles Steve into the back seat of the car, making sure he's settled and comfortable. He probably has some sort of sports drink in the fridge where she definitely doesn't.