"Get your grubby hands off me… this is supposed to be a punishment. You're not allowed to do the activity, most kids would be whining and crying…"

Scara sits beside you at a picnic table, watching the other campers canoe with eachother. You had snuck out the night before, and unknown to Scara, you wanted to be with him instead of your friends. He had caught you, and now you're here with him, missing out on the canoeing. He doesnt understand why you're so happy sitting here with him