Abigale smirked as she saw his urge to leave faltering. His question about why did she car was a pretty common one, "Because you're one of us. You may not realize it yet, but you are. We have to stick together," many heroes went off on their own in the end, but while they were here they were just one big, dysfunctional family, "And I'm your cabin leader. It would look bad if you ran off and got yourself killed on the first day. If you're going to run into the forest and commit suicide, at least wait till the end of the week and do it on a full stomach," she smiled as he mentioned the food.<br/><br/>"The food is the best. Almost anything you could want or think of. The Harpies always seem to know just what to make. Same goes for drinks, though nothing alcoholic. Apparently before Mr. D took over as camp director they used to allow alcohol, but since he's not allowed to drink during his time here, he's forbidden us from it too. He's a jerk sometimes, but he'd die to protect us all. The Harpies might be a bunch of old hags, but they're good cooks...at least I think they are the ones doing the cooking, they might just do clean up. I've never been quite sure..." Abigale thought it best to keep him moving towards the dining hall while she had his attention away from leaving, so she pinched the front of his white shirt and started leading him away from the forest, "I think you'll really like it here if you give it a shot..."<br/><br/>"So, Vincent, ask me some questions. I've been coming here for three years, so I know a lot about the place...and we need to fill up some time, the dining hall is at least a ten minute walk from here and that's if we walk fast. Or even tell me about yourself," she was still trying to pin down who is parent might be, "Do you like sports? Fight a lot? Find yourself laying around in cemeteries?" odd questions, but they served a purpose; other than making herself look a little weird.