Steph laughs at that, setting her tray carefully down on the nearest table and her stack of jugs beside that so she can lean over and peer into his sack of goodies - and sneakily get in a grope hug.

"You're terrible," she informs him happily.

(The old men are comfortable again, having decided that Steph is fine with this newcomer. Games of checkers and drinking of beers resume.)