"Then I will call you Blake Allison." Adira replied to his banter with a smirk. Charming men were almost all the same. "I wouldn't trust anything in the fridge, sealed or not. There's no telling how long its been in there." Adira paused for a moment, considering her words. Wasn't this a popular summer camp? Even still, orange juice would spoil over a few months... the girl shrugged it off and stood.

"Pleasure to meet all of you, but if you'll excuse me I have some unpacking to accomplish." She brushed some of the errant sand that had been left on the couch off before turning to go up to her room. "Please remember to fill out the paperwork associated with changing rooms. It's in the office." As senior counselors, they probably didn't have to, but if they could joke around so could she, even if her joking was a bit more seriously spoken. A little bit of good natured trolling never hurt anyone. Adira walked up the stairs with a smirk on her face to unpack the small amount of clothing and items she'd brought with her. It wasn’t a lot, and the majority of her second bag was bed linens. She knew that the camp had theoretically provided her with the basic bed linings, but she wasn't quite sure she believed in the cleanliness of non-hotel shared sheets. There was no telling what had gone on under those sheets, and the disgusting things that may have happened to them. Apparently you could take the rich girl to camp, but you couldn't make her sleep in unclean sheets.