Faris smirked at Connor, certainly complimented that he thought her mischievousness was more appealing than just being drunk and stupid. [b]”I understand. I’ll see you around, Grandpa,”[/b] she said, nodding to him as Connor walked away. Perhaps he was right. Maybe she shouldn’t cross anyone, but then she wouldn’t really be herself. Then again, it would suck to be at this god forsaken camp with no friends. But her friends would just laugh it off if they realized what she was doing, not get pissed. She was mulling things over in her mind when Gaspard walked back up with a drink. [b]”Sure,”[/b] she said after a small pause, flashing a nice smile. She watched Gaspard while putting her lips to the cup but only letting the liquid touch her lips, not ingesting anymore at the moment. He seemed to be thinking things over for a long time before he finally gave a cold seeming smile and said she would have to start the fire herself. Ah, perhaps he had figured her out. If he had, he didn’t seem mad.

Faris shrugged and then shook her head when he offered her food, reaching up and patting his shoulder. [b]”Nah, my French debonair. This petit lapin is going back to her sad excuse for a cabin. It was a good idea though wasn’t it? A fire just to tick a god off? Ha! It’s sounds mad but that’s the fun in it,”[/b] she smirked, knowing just a little French from her homeschooling. Not enough to mention ever but enough to just play around. [b]”Enjoy your… boar though. And perhaps we shall have a flame between us some other night. Cheers!”[/b] she said, raising her glass to him as she took a step backwards and turned around, heading back to the Ares Cabin. Well, she’d had a little fun. Not as much as she’d hoped, but a little anyway. And she’d gotten a feel for the camp. Everyone was scared shitless to piss off a god. Well. That just wouldn’t work for her.