Luned felt bad for forgetting to mention Nate's condition, but there wasn't much she could do about it now. "As long as you smoke outside it should be fine," she reasoned optimistically. The rest of the drive wasn't very far, but for such a short distance, it took longer than one would expect what with the slower-than-usual pace required on such rough terrain.
"Almost there," Luned answered sleepy Rowan and questioning Max, still thinking on minotaurs, as well. Not because she heeded Mrs. Flint's words, but because mythology was one of her fascinations (obviously, with a car named after the Argo), and she was playing a silent game in which she assigned them all roles of Argonauts. Apparently Maxwell was Theseus, according to the old lady, and simple deduction led her to believe Sam would be Orpheus, what with the shared musical talent. But what about the rest of them? As captain of their ship, did that make her Jason?
They turned down onto a smaller road, overgrown branches hitting the frame of the car and tickling the arms of those who left their windows down. There was a little wooden sign posted on a tree marking their arrival at property: Cunningham, inscribed on a vaguely loon-shaped silhouette.
At this end of the long gravel driveway was the outhouse, a lovely little shed with an obligatory crescent moon carved through the top of the door. Thanks to Dickon coming up earlier and taking a broom to it, it'd be far less spider webby than usual. Thick forest flanked them at all sides except straight up ahead, which was a grassy banking lined by large rocks and wild blueberries that sank into a beautiful sparkling waterscape. The cabin was right up against the edge of the pond with a deck that extended over the surface, leading down into a small floating dock on one side where the rowboat and canoe were already tied up. There was a chimnea for a fire at night at the edge, as well as a few chairs and a grill, and an ancient oak with gnarly roots that entangled the boards of the far corner of the deck and from which was hung a rope for swinging into the water.
The sun was getting low, but they'd just gotten there and Luned wasn't about to waste their last hour of daylight. "Don't worry about dinner yet, guys, just relax and get settled in!" She even volunteered to put the groceries away into the pantry and coolers of ice, so all the others had to do was drop their stuff on the bed they claimed in the loft area and they could get to exploring, swimming, canoeing, or even just grab a cold on and sit out on the deck. Luckily for Nate the camp was kept quite clean and fairly dust free, and it was looking to be a cozy stay for all of them. Dickon had even left them some practical supplies, like flashlights and fresh batteries, as if he didn't quite trust the city folk to fend for themselves. Other than that the cabin was used quite often by their extended family, so there were plenty of necessities available such as fresh bedding to use, ratty old romance novels to read (courtesy of Aunt Annette), and a fine assortment of bug sprays and sunscreens at their disposal.
Before they all disbursed, Luned also made sure to quietly mention to Rowan and Max that there might be some old tents in the shed if they wanted some privacy, as the cabin itself only had one room for everyone to sleep in. The shed was probably a frightening place of cobwebs and squirrel nests, but it was also bound to have some useful things such as life jackets, old fishing poles and tackleboxes, and somewhere in the back was a bin of luau supplies such as tike torches, grass skirts, and flowery leis from past summer excitement.
(If you'd like to know how the camp area is set up, please refer to the "Setting" part of the first OOC post. Just let me know if you have any questions and I'll fill you in!)