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Naughty Cami indeed but she didn't much mind. Nobody was going to card Otto unless he got belligerent which she highly doubted he would be. The blond seemed so laid back that it seemed unlikely he was the kind of drunk that got wild n crazy when the opportunity presented itself. Then again, you never knew. Resolving to keep an eye on her buddy she sipped at her second drink, enjoying the flush of warmth through her system as she collapsed into a chair. "Alice in Wonderland teapot with two cups for Mimsy. I had to walk through hell to get there though. D'you think Disney's in on it? Or is it just like...coincidence." Cami, apparently, got thoughtful when drinking.

Greaaaaaaaaaat.

"Oh. That's true. I never read th' book." She wondered why it was that a tale so monstrous was so popular. Why were people so obsessed with things that were scary and/or horrifying? Why did they want to be afraid? Maybe because...because they weren't afraid ever? What a problem to have! Lost in her reverie she'd forgotten to mention the convoluted involvement that was her and Mimsy Kercher. "Uhm, she's kinda my sister? Sort've?" She shrugged and took another sip.

"It's really convoluted in a way that would probably take me a week to tell the whole story. Family is definite though. She was kinda my hero when I was a kid." Still was but Cami had seen how most of Deus felt about the scientist -- admitting that she still looked up to Mimsy in an inexplicable way was not something she was feeling up to at the moment. More drink was applied. "We really gotta go back, huh?"

Cami almost sighed until she remembered she wasn't quite drunk enough yet to lose all control of her emotions and reactions. That was, almost exactly, the general reaction that her relation got when the name was brought up in company among anyone on the island. Shu, at least, seemed to be deeply important to the pale Lifer and if she only had one friend that could tolerate Mimsy, that would be enough. Maybe.

Keeping her tone light she shrugged. "Not a kid anymore, at least. She's letting me stay in her room which has me out of the basement so, tea set of gratitude." Looking up at the setting sun she knew that they had to be back on the island soon. Time here in Orlando was basically the same as that on Deus for which she was both grateful and absolutely not. "C'mon, lets grab an ice cream on the way out. My treat." Gathering up the various purchases she'd made throughout their stay she swayed a bit on her feet, giggling softly.

Now wasn't the time to focus on island politics when it came to who liked who. Now was time to giggle tipsily, eat an ice cream, and enjoy her last days in magical paradise. "This was the best thing I've ever doooone~ You're still the literal best, Otto."

Shoulders shrugged. "Pretty sure something like that. I think she's building a house or something so I'll just inherit her room for realsies one day. Hopefully." Very hopefully because as much as she was touched by Jasper's watching guard it wasn't the same as sunshine on her face or a lamp burning throughout the night.

Or a warm hand in yours.

Looking down at the hand in hers Cami felt happiness bubble up inside of her. Maybe breaking through Otto's shell wasn't going to be the tidal wave she'd expected. Maybe it was just going to be a slow trickle that eroded a stream of feeling between them. She could live with that. Happily. Contentedly. Leaning in for a moment she rested her head against his shoulder, eyes closed, absorbing just being close to someone for a long minute. "The most awesome. Don't forget it." Tottering away down towards the portal, towards a life that was probably not going to be nearly as delightful as the past two days, her grip tightened slightly.

"Back to it then." And she stepped through the portal that would take them home.

"No, the people are the least of my problems with the island." Thinking about the angry ginger she seemed to somehow keep antagonizing on Twitter without trying much, she winced slightly. "Not all of them, anyway."

Perhaps she followed him up to his room on purpose because going back down to her lonely room wasn't something she especially wanted to do. Maybe she wanted to bask in the fact that she'd actually made progress in the friendship department on this trip. Maybe she just wanted to see if she could get Otto to smile again. Somehow she ended up on his couch eating the remnants of their chocolate ice cream from the day they'd met, bags piled up next to the door for when she left.

Somehow, and she would swear with honesty in her eyes that it was unintentional, she'd fallen asleep on the couch. Curled up tight around one of the million pillows on the sectional, light bathing her red hair with its gentle touch, it was the best she would ever sleep on the island to date.