Oscar watched Erin watching him watching her, a slight smile played on his lips as he did, his short black lockes flowing in the wind, his dark tan complexion complimented by his plain, semi-stiff, clothes. The son of Nike saluted Erin as he took an especially large bite of his apple, the juice dripping down his slightly hairy chin, as it did he raised a bare arm again and wiped the wet apple-ness from his beard hair. He pondered how Erin seemed to be getting into trouble more and more these past few months, and how he could never find it within himself to not find some amusement in the cold, brooding teenager's tasks, which seemed to always be those generally reserved for the more.....cheery campers among them. He suddenly snapped back to reality and realized that while he had been staring off into space, completely out of nowhere, she was motioning of a bite of an apple. Oscar considered it, she probably hadn't had much to eat, what with him having seen her in the the Big house just as he was exiting it, and he barely made it to breakfast in time to catch the last piece of bacon out of some hulking satyr's grubby little hand, not to mention he always had more fruit in his stache back at his cabin. Oscar again faded into the land of wonderment, barely noticing the fierce and straight gaze that Erin gave him. In the background Erin's friend was distracting her group of new campers so that they could have this silent exchange. 

So, finally coming to a decision Oscar tossed Erin an extra apple from the cache of them that had accumulated in his pocket........However he threw it too late, she was turning away as the crimson ball of deliciousness sailed through the air, like a tiny, fruity grenade, the doom that was impended by this was causing the aur around Oscar to become toxic and thick, he couldn't say it fast enough, or maybe he didn't realize, or maybe he was just secretly a sadist, maybe he enjoyed this.......or maybe he should stop being stupid and actually say something, too late, Oscar watched, almost in slow motion, as the force of the apple landed squarely where Oscar had intended it to land, where, only milliseconds ago, Erin's hand had been, but now resided her lower back, he watched, everything happening so slowly, as if gravity were suddenly equivalent both above and below water, as he held his hand up, he feared the worst.

He bent down and picked up the apple, polishing it off with his shirt as he handed it to Erin and said "Sorry about that, My bad"