As everyone began to gather, Cassandra greeted them all, happy to simply be out, to be enjoying a weekend out with friends, and to not feel guilty for doing so. She wanted to be able to form tight ties, wanted to say in ten years she was still friends with these people, still enjoyed hanging out with them. She knew it wasn't likely, given how lunch changed things, how life changed, but she wanted to be able to say she was still who she wanted to be. And her friends were apart of that. 

Everyone just seemed to arrive within moments of each other, and that was good. She counted them off, and saw a problem. While they could travel easily enough to the camp site in the RV, it was doubtful they would all fit when sleeping, unless they were all happy cuddling up together. Which wasn't a bad idea, to Cassie. Amused at herself, she supposed it was a good thing she had remembered a tent, even if it was an unstable sort, squashed in the bottom of her bag. 

She was also glad that she had brought her guitar, knowing that music choice's might be limited at the camp site, but also just wanting to share some of her work. Ready to go, she looked about at the others, for now, staying silent.