"Heeeyyy," Cameron says, following after him with an odd tiptoed hop, trying to keep as much bare skin off the concrete as possible. "A'ight. Come on, come on," he says, throwing an arm around Casper's shoulders. "We'll all go in. Get some drinks. Maybe play some truth, shot, or strip," he says, then quickly amends, "And no one can ask you about your mystery lady then, 'cause that's just between the cabin, right?" He glances over his shoulder for confirmation.