[hr][hr][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019a50f1-939d-740b-a26f-4812e8431bc6.webp[/img]  [hr][color=9370DB]Location[/color]: Camp Lava Lake 
[color=9370DB]Skills[/color]: N/A  [/center][hr][hr]	Nancy had tilted her head, concerned as Demi said he was allergic to eggs. Was he being genuine? Did he know what was in a quiche? [color=9370DB]"Good thing we learned how to use the radio, then."[/color] No one else seemed to be freaking out, aside from her brother, and given Demi's own obliviousness, he was probably joking. Probably. And if he wasn't, well... Zeke was probably the best suited of them to handle the situation. She covered her food in the hot sauce, before sliding it across the table to Demi. [color=9370DB]"My favorite brother? Don't fool yourself,"[/color] she said, shaking her head. 

	At Aster's words, however, Nancy nearly spat out her food. She didn't [i]exactly[/i] know what water sports were, having avoided most sexual content whenever she could, but she knew the term had something sexual to it - and to the best of her knowledge, that was exactly what Aster wanted to be in charge of. And with what Demi said in return to him, it was [i]definitely[/i] the sexual context. She let her fork hit the plate, her appetite suddenly completely ruined, despite how good Marco's cooking was. 

	At least he didn't want to be the god of those activities - he just wanted to... oversee them... 

	[color=9370DB]"I think I've lost my appetite,"[/color] Nancy pushed her plate forward. If these were the conversation topics that were going to be happening, especially in front of Dobbs, maybe it wouldn't be so bad if a deranged killer came and murdered them all.