[color=fdc68a]"Ooo, nice - we have to go to crafts, bet Dad'll be happy to have another load of father's day gifts made in advance,"[/color] Lorna said with a chuckle. Being one of Hermes' kids, you had to get used to the idea that there was always going to be someone else around vying for Dad's attention. It wasn't like the smaller cabins that only had a few campers - hell, the Hermes Cabin [i]made[/i] the other cabins look small. Her father always got loads of offerings at meals, simply because he had the numbers for it. 

	She glanced on over, seeing the Southern Belle walking on up to them. Lorna immediately felt a bit subconscious, rubbing the back of her neck. She was always fine around boys, but some girls... They just made her thoughts get a bit scrambled. And everything she seemed to do was somehow embarrassing. [color=fdc68a]"Oh, hey Fable!"[/color] Lorna said, before immediately feeling like she had been too loud and regretting it. [color=fdc68a]"And y-yeah, guess I did - they're like souvenirs at this point. Battle scars and all,"[/color] Lorna continued. [color=fdc68a]"And it's how you know I'm not an impostor - if I don't have any bruises, then it isn't really me."[/color]