"Wow. Wise words, Connor. Thank you for your input." Gaspard said in an even a tone as possible, nodding sagely. Though the effect might've been somewhat broken by the smug grin on his lips. He found himself musing on the sudden role reversal - weren't Hermes kids supposed to be the ones causing all sorts of trouble? Then again, he [i]was[/i] an Athena legacy. That probably had something to do with it. But, surely he'd be able to find some way to wheedle Connor into going along with his plan, right? After all, what was a campsite without a huge, roaring campfire? Oh, and s'mores too, of course. He [i]was[/i] getting a little hungry, and he didn't fancy gorging himself on the roasted boar. Briefly snuffing out the fireball, Gaspard turned back to Faris, replying in the affirmative when asked whether his name was French. 

"Come on, what's Mr. D gonna do?" A derisory snort escaped from Gaspard, as he imagined the camp director waving around a giant turkey leg. Of all the gods they could've chosen to be in charge, they chose the one whose powers included turning literally any liquid into booze. You gotta admit, though. It was a pretty kick-ass ability to have, albeit completely useless in a fight. Maybe Mr. D could turn people's blood to wine like Jesus. But then again, that was pretty far-fetched. Tossing back his cup for another gulp of rum and coke, Gaspard rolled his eyes at Connor's apprehension. [i]Gods[/i], this was taking so much more effort than originally planned. The son of Hecate was tempted to just give up right there and then. Maybe tonight was destined to be completely and utterly boring. Although, Gaspard thought, he could just ignore Mr. D'Finn altogether and get this show on the road.

[i]"So you can build me a fire?"[/i]

Pushing a lock of dark hair out of his eyes, he flashed a sharp-edged smile at Faris. "Sure thing, cher. Jus' lemme get another round of 'dese." Gaspard shook the now-empty cup in his hand. More and more of his Cajun twang was slipping out now, undoubtedly because of the alcohol. But he'd only had two of these, so that was a little weird. Maybe he put just a bit too much rum in there. Who knows? It was all in the past now, though, so he didn't really care too much. Brushing past Connor, Gaspard resolved to bring him back a drink, too. Hopefully, it'll loosen him up a bit. How anyone could spend their whole time at a party doing nothing but worry was beyond him.