Sasha is EXTREMELY SMART AND GOOD.

Lev looks at his mold which does not at all resemble Christine's molds, and then looks at Sasha's molds.

"...I am just bad at being a man."

"I'm pretty sure I'm worse at it, the only reason I know how to do this is that I make jewelry. Do you want help?" 

"Yes. --I can't do any of the guy things right."

"We just have transferrable skills from dance and jewelry making, neither of which is a particularly butch occupation."

Marlo's molds, on the other end of the table, are decidedly shaky. 

Sasha is happy to explain to Lev and also Asher (and anyone else who wants to learn) how moldmaking works! 

"It's very good to be helpful! Helping each other do masculine things is an important step in developing nonsexual intimacy with other men."

He takes the moment to ask Christine "Is there a craft building at this camp? Just, like, with glue and paint and stuff." It'd be nice to be able to do copper enamel but he's not expecting it. 

"Yes, it's on the girls' side. Perhaps when we've reached the stage of developing appropriate intimacy with people of the opposite sex, you can take one of the girls there on your date."

...yeah. Figures. Here's hoping he finds a friendly lesbian to pair off with. 

"Thanks for telling me," he says, and goes right back to metalworking. 

After metalworking and dinner, Asher collects Lev, Marlo, and Sasha and braces himself to look at the workbook about admitting he's gay.

He brings along his jacket and the same cloth bag from before, starts working on the project he'd sketched out at lunch and prepares to express sympathy should he have to. 

"...Oh no, I have to give a sexual history."

Lev, who just got to the same page, has turned bright red.

"....how much information does it want?" 

"It wants to know what I think about when I jerk off! There's a whole blank page to talk about it!"

"...wow, that's intrusive." 

"Okay, but I'm straight! I can't answer these questions because I'm straight! They're not going to be happy with 'I jerked off thinking about my girlfriend!'"

"Just lie. Say you jerked off about your teammates shirtless and the cute guy in your math class and, I don't know your kinks but whatever your kinks are, and Lee Pace as Thranduil in the Hobbit movies and Alan Rickman's voice and the abstract concept of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Don't actually say that last one." He's partway through a spring of rosemary. 

"You can help me," Asher says. "You should tell me what you'd answer to the questions, and then I'll have realistic gay-dude answers, and they won't catch me and kick me out."

Lev is writing furiously. He has not become any less red.

"I probably won't give you my answers, because we are different people in ways that would come up, but I will totally feed you answers. Fire away." 

He feels disappointed about this for unclear and inscrutable reasons. 

"First kiss? --I dunno, is it at all plausible that I haven't kissed a guy? Probably not, I'm reasonably good-looking and all my guy friends are gay."

"You've kissed a guy twice, but once was for a joke and/or dare and the other time he kissed you first when he was drunk."