“Well, you have to stay because I’m staying here,” Carlos said, rolling his eyes. “C’mon, it’ll be fun – there’s loads of activities here – I’m sure you’ll find something to like!”
“Gwen!” David greeted happily. “This is Carlos and this is Maria.”
“Please tell me you are at least sane.” Maria towards the woman pleadingly. “He’s too happy to be real.”
“Why thank you! Now, why don’t I tell you both all about Camp Campbell! I even have this song…” David said, starting to pull a guitar from no where seemingly.
“No songs,” Gwen interrupted him, completely unapologetically. “I just helped Dolph clean up some of the paint that Nurf made him eat so I’m not in the mood.”
Carlos was staring at the neck of the guitar sprouting from somewhere behind David’s legs. How on Earth…?
The Perfect Scientist 