[hr][hr][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019a50f1-939d-740b-a26f-4812e8431bc6.webp[/img]  [hr][color=9370DB]Location[/color]: Mario World
[color=9370DB]Skills[/color]: N/A  [/center][hr][hr]	Did it help to hear from Em and Marco that the boys - that [i]Aster[/i] - didn't literally mean water sports? Yes. She didn't know what those were, but she knew enough to feel uncomfortable. As for Demi... she was fairly certain he meant what he said. So as Zeke started tugging her plate towards him, she didn't protest. She didn't begrudge people wanting to talk about these sort of things - they were adults, it was a common interest, she understood. She just didn't want to be part of it herself. And didn't want to think about the things her [i]brother[/i] was part of. 

	She wasn't really one for drinking, either. Her doctor had told her not to have more than a few drinks at a time, if she ever did partake, due to interactions with her seizure medication. But even if she hadn't had the medical excuse, she still just didn't find it interesting. She didn't like having her mind clouded, her senses hazed. And it wasn't lost on her either that the others probably thought she was some sort of boring, stuck up prude. But that was fine. She wasn't here to make friends. She tended to either keep people at arm's length or feel about them intensely and fiercely. 

	As for the topic of Greek gods and camp names... Nancy shrugged slightly. [color=9370DB]"I've always liked the Roman gods a little more. Call me whatever you want."[/color] She'd always found camp names silly at camps she'd gone to as kids - she remembered a counselor she'd had at one point named Tigger, and another named Pooh. She'd been eight, and even then, it'd felt like a bit much. At Zeke's invitation to go check out the archery range, she nodded, a smile ghosting her lips. She could easily spend hours in the range, getting everything mended and in proper condition - but given the way things were going at camp, they'd be lucky if any of the equipment had simply been stored properly. But passing the hours, mending arrows... she could think of worse things to do. 

	[color=9370DB]"Mm, yeah, let's motor,"[/color] she agreed. [color=9370DB]"Thanks again, Marco."[/color] The food had been good - really good. She didn't doubt either that her brother would be more than ready to have seconds. [color=9370DB]"Are you coming with us? Have you ever been to a range before?"[/color] she asked Demi, crossing her arms. A series of images flashed through her eyes as she left the cabin, the ground crunching under her feet as she headed outside. Demi goofing off, putting an apple on his head, and standing by the targets. Demi putting a blindfold on himself and letting arrows fly. Demi screaming DON'T SHOOT seconds before Zeke was about to loose an arrow, startling him. [color=9370DB]"If you're coming, you have to stay behind the line. And you can't do anything stupid."[/color]