Chewed on a pear as he thought on a way to explain to Michael that he hadn't be serious in the slightest, scrunching up his face as he looked at him through a squint, trying to now decide whether Michael did understand and was merely toying with. Swallowing the last of his pear, he unsteadily rose to his feet, stretching out the cramps in his legs as he let out a sigh.

"Couples therapy then." He said, giving Michael one last look of bewilderment, before shaking his head and returning to his usual complacent smile.

"Welp, I'll catch you fellas later." He added, giving Adrian a slap on the back before striding out of the grove, deciding to seek out Ephraim to determine whether or not he could ask a favor. He had been chatting with a recently deceased spirit, one who had passed way before his time and had just been looking for someone to chat. Apparently the afterlife could get lonely. However, Simon had learned that the next book in a series he was reading had just been published, and he was dying to get his hands on it and perhaps get out of the camp for a bit. A change of scenery was always pleasant too.

Making his way past the shooting range he stopped to hail some of the stragglers that had remained behind after the practice, sticking his thumbs in the pocket of his waistcoat as he puffed up his chest to bellow at them.

"Yo! Any of you seen Ephraim? Serious bloke, looks constipated or in pain most of time, about ye big." He shouted, holding out an arm to gauge the demigods height as best he could.