Chloe, well aware that heading out to the lake could be dangerous, figured she'd arm herself. She imagined that her trident would serve her well enough. She fetched it, and a towel, from the cabin, before heading out to the lack. She wrapped the towel around herself, for modesty's sake. She wasn't really modest, or even embarassed, but she knew plenty of people at camp, and guessed there were those she didn't know, who didn't take nudity as lightly as she did.<br/><br/>She left the towel in a tree-branch, and the Trident she stuck into the sand at the water's edge, driving it deep enough to stand up. Even in the sand about two-feet down it still stood a good four-feet out of the ground. She moved down into the water, lying with her hands behind her head, and letting the tide in the lake wet her skin.<br/><br/>She had  no idea if Clint would show up or not. She half-expected him not to, not because she thought he'd have missed her rather obvious clue, but because she knew there were others he could be visiting, or merely because he felt like standing her up, in good fun, of course.