Drake and Xaven stood there, watching when Vanessa climbed out of the water and walked off. "what the hell was that?" Drake asked. Xaven sighed. "that, my clueless, cant take a hint she's not interested in you friend is her "im washing my hands of you look" Xaven said. "one i've seen many times before and one that means im in the doghouse" shaking his head. "im going to have to make it up to her now before she'll talk to me now" walking off to go change.  Drake stood there, confused. "wait, she's not going to talk to me? how do i make it up to her?" Xaven shrugged. "how the hell am i to know that? all i know is what i have to do for me" and together they walked off, first to where their tents were to be set up and their luggage was, they both didn't have anything set up, so they just changed quickly back to back before they headed to where the fire was.  

Once they arrived, they said hi to those they'd known as they made their way to the food cook out table.. dogs, burgers, chips, baked beans, the table was loaded for bare.  Xaven made himself and Nessie a plate, knowing she wanted the fresh fruit salad, before finding a spot far far away from the fire pit, he sat and waited for her to arrive.  and when she did he held up her fruit salad to show he'd made it for her, and that he'd found them to far back spots.  Drake took the ground, sitting cross legged and eating off his own plate.