"You sniffed out my hot girlfriend all on your own, huh?" Steve asks as he takes a seat between them, shifting his chair until he's next to Maeve and can look at Munson across the table.

"He has no idea how a dumb jock like me could bag a girl like you," he tells Maeve in a stage whisper, kissing her cheek before leaning back in his chair to wink at Munson, arm draped casually along the back of Maeve's chair. Honestly, he's curious about the answer to that riddle himself sometimes, but he tries not to examine it too closely. He just thanks his lucky stars that she keeps him around.