Soren was odd. Not to say that he was never weird, he’d always been a bit off since he was a child. But this was a new level of odd for him. Staring off into the distance south of camp, big eyes fixed on some invisible point over the treeline, fingers tapping impatiently against the pages of a book.

“No, no no no.. not yet.” He muttered, whatever ‘yet was’. Well, Soren was always weird so it probably wasn’t anything too serious right? Probably. Fennel was busy actually being a camp counselor for the kids (Soren and Fennel got one of the youngest cabins to be counselors for). A couple kids did try to go over to Soren, though they either chickened out or were awkwardly shooed away in favor of Soren doing whatever.

No one really knew why he had the job. He wasn’t really that sociable with the kids, or when he was he wasn’t really role model of the year. But uh, Lucille kept him around so that had to mean something, right?