"Yeah, thanks!" She accepts those. "I'll read them later."

"Cool! So –" Pause. "The non-talkative one is Shane."

Shane looks up, blinks a little, and then says, "Hi," under his breath.

Wave!

"Anyway," says Anthony, "how about I show you the rest of this central bit, then show you to your campsite and show you where you can drop your stuff, go through a few things and look around a bit more?"

"Sounds good!"

So they go outside.

Anthony points out the other buildings in the semicircle. "So, that's the med hall – a few of the instructors live above it." Point. "That's the cafeteria." Point. "Store cupboards." Point. "Central toilets and showers."

She looks and makes acknowledgment noises!

He looks at her folder. "Oh, seems like we're at the same campsite! That's – kids split off into groups, a few counselors with each, do things in those groups, et cetera?"

"How large's a group?"

"Like, twenty to twenty-five? Ours is twenty-four."

"Cool!"

"Anyway, it's – approximately this way," he says, making a start to head into some forest.

(There is in fact a path marked.)

She follows him.

"Should I be worried that you're taking me to the unknown depths of a mysterious forest without witnesses?"

He raises an eyebrow. "You could be? But there's a path."

"Aww. Well, a girl can dream."

Smirk. "It's not particularly far to the campsite."

"I couldn't have known that!"

"Uh-huh."

"Should I not flirt with you? It's not always you're guided around camp by an adorably cute boy."

"Nah, just seems like it usually takes people longer than this."

"I don't particularly love the usual timeline on these things."

"No? – I mean, I don't either, but I think it's for different reasons."

"Oh?"

"People our age aren't always the most sensible."

"Sensible in what sense?"