"Come on, babe. You know I can't read," Steve volleys back easily, unbothered by her teasing. The same words coming from Nancy might have stung, made him feel insecure, but he's fine with it when it comes from Maeve. She doesn't think he's an idiot, even though he kind of is, especially when compared to her. But she loves him anyway, considers him capable of great things, so she can tease him all she wants.

Once he finds the spices, both brown and conveniently labeled, he takes the jars out and opens them both before setting them down in front of Maeve so she can add them to the glasses to her liking. "I'll grab the plates, you grab the glasses."

He takes two bottles of water from the fridge and tucks them under his arm before grabbing the plates and heading for the living room, kicking his shoes off as he goes. "Rue out tonight?"

Steve hopes so. Not that he doesn't like Rue, obviously, but he doesn't really want any sort of audience for what he has to ask Maeve.