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(Is this dead or should we try to revive it? I haven't been on this website in a long time...)

I'm sorry! I haven't been at all able to get onto this website in a while... I'm still interested, if you are. Was the site experiencing some issues or something?

"Like they'll care," she mumbled, rolling her eyes slightly. She raised her brows slightly at Florence-goodness, there was a rather large difference between a boy and one's mother.

Lorelle looked at him, still wary. The bus moving hadn't exactly made much else better. "I don't know," she said. "There are some pixies who decide to torment nymphs sometiems and make branches or trees fall over."

Lorelle looked back at her with alarm. Wheels falling off? Trees falling over? She clasped her fingers tighter together, biting at her lip.

(A status?) Maggie jumped slightly, a bit surprised. She shook her a head a bit, looking up at Paul. She smiled a bit. "Morning," she replied cheerfully. "Sleep well?" She brushed off her pants as she stood up, sliding her gloves off of her hands.

Cam nodded at Paul. "She's been up and working since 5 this morning," he informed him. "You can have breakfast if you want it, it should still be warm. And Maggie's out front," he said, nodding his head slightly towards the foyer. "She's probably out working in the yard."

"How can you be certain, though?" she asked, raising her brows. "Don't people crash?"

Cam nodded slowly. "I will have to agree with you on that one," he said, glancing at Luke. "Even Maggie likes sports. And I know for a fact that everyone I've met has at least liked baseball, if they're American."

Cam nodded. "Well, yeah," he said, as though it should be obvious. "I thought everyone did."

Cam blinked. "Huh." he said, and then flushed. "Sorry. Jock moment, there." He really hadn't meant to react so obviously. But he wasn't very good at hiding his thoughts, unfortunately.

Cam looked at him, his brows shooting up. "No sports. Are you serious?"

Cam laughed at that. "Flirting is like a professional sport, though. It's the most entertaining thing ever," he stated. He was gay, and even he knew that.

Cam raised his brows slightly. "Perhaps you should just take a stab at it," he suggested. "You can hardly encourage my sister to do so with something as big as her future if you won't even try flirting with a girl," he pointed out with a slight smile.

Cam shook his head a bit. "Just assumed there might be something between you, is all," he replied, putting the now clean dishes away.

Cam considered a moment. "Then maybe that's why. Maybe you just need a little bit more confidence. And a muse. Bronwin might do," he said, raising his brow slightly in his direction.

Cam furrowed his brow slightly, scrubbing at some plates. "Trouble how?" he asked. Granted, he didn't have much experience with any real talents besides Maggie. He was a bit talentless besides football, and he wasn't in highschool anymore.

Cam nodded slowly in response to Chris. "It is kinda suckish. Thanks for offering to help, though. And I agree that she should at least try. What are you in New York for, anyways?" he asked, getting up to clean his dishes.

Cam gave a half smile. "Whatever you say," he replied, actually genuinely hopeful that it would work out.

Cam shrugged. "We can try. But, honestly, it hasn't worked yet."