Claire looked at Colline carefully. She had always been a good liar. Most days, without any hesitation, Claire would say that she definitely hated her parents. But, deep down that wasn't true. In last year's camp, Claire had done this routine and people tried to avoid these statements. Colline might be shy, but she was honest. A certain amount of respect was now built between the two of them.

She smiled. Considering lying about the whole thing, but that wouldn't be fair. "Not bad, Colline. I'm impressed." That was a rather large admission. Claire paused to let Colline speak, waiting to hear these things out. Typically, Claire could see just about everything someone tried to put past her. A series of tragedies, deception and betrayals created a jaded and cynical woman with an easy going smile and soft laughter. 

That water was looking great right about now. She took into account Colline's hesitations, and shy mannerisms as she spoke. At last, she shrugged. "Well, you seem the violin type. Squash is a hard thing to judge, good curve ball there Colline. I'm starting to think you actually are a good liar." Claire crossed her arms and squinted her eyes. "But I'm going to go on a limb and say your parents are divorced. Squash is the lie. And you play the violin well because people with issues are able to express themselves well artistically. At least, it seems to be true."

"So, am I right?"