<strong>Terry, having been blown off by some random guy</strong><br/><br/>Terry shrugged in response -- apparently that guy knew exactly where he was going.  But then, there was probably no need to worry about him.  Anyone who lived to be a new camper at<em>that</em>age could handle himself.<br/><br/>Whatever.  After a moment (and too late to hear what was going on), he returned to near the Zeus table, pausing only slightly to see that Libby had arrived.  Terry didn't necessarily care all that much if word got out what they were doing -- the only person likely to seriously punish them for infractions<em>wanted</em>them to die, after all -- but he wasn't about to shoot his mouth off immediately.  "Hey, Libby."  He gave her a friendly smile.  "How's it going?"