Does he look like the sort of guy who's been on a date before?

...maybe not...

Please let one of them be Tom Selleck—

And there she was, criticising his squirrel idea.

Is it? She can't judge, it might be a great time out!

Whenever, he's always free to look at squirrels.

Oh, awesome, yeah...they can, uh, hey can go, then!

Mess with the Bull, you get a Minotaur nine months later.

Only always, what's her point?

Wait, wh—

He, uh, didn't expect it. But sure...

He actually takes the hand, a small smile on his face. Not awkward. Not awkward at all.

Percy Jackson, dumb of ass.

Welp, this was new. Not just the handholding, just...prolonged...contact? "Uh, this way...well, anywhere, because of the woods, but...there's a comfy spot this way!"

Well, it'll be new for him. He doesn't know what sort of person he is. He's not had much chance to check. With a nod and a little grin he whisks her off; there's a little clearing in the trees, with a mossy outcrop that's good for sitting on. Good squirrel space.

// hey all, sorry for disappearing from here for a bit, had a mad mood drop!

STORMS THROUGH CAMP WITH A BIRTHDAY CAKE FOR 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 IN ONE HAND, AND A POORLY WRAPPED, TRIDENT-SHAPED PRESENT IN THE OTHER.

// jack is officially my loudest character

// nice