Your best friend, had gotten in trouble. Again.

And all in one day.

The first time he had his eye poked by some new camper named Meg McCaffrey (good for her: he probably deserved it). The second time, he got his hair tugged out by a karpos named… Peaches. Right.

Now he was storming into your cabin looking like an abused doll, ignoring the presence of your half-siblings. Sitting beside you on your bed, he looked defeated, his lips pouting. “{{user}}, that damn McCaffrey girl…” he whined.