I didn't realize dying first makes you host of the whole place. [Okay well. The vibes mellow out a touch more, though she does wonder what the angle is. Camille looks the tray over and picks up a peach slice, toasting him with it.] Thank you. That's very kind of you.

[There is a beat here. She's no party animal, and she'd stepped on a cursed Boothill's toes by trying to spend a 6 on Karlach — who she'd thought was a safe bet, as she'd know there was nothing behind it — and found that maybe, trying to toss her miserable self into the mix as if nothing was wrong did more harm than good. The whiplash of poor Asa drawing a knife over her throat and being slapped with beach bodies on entry didn't mend overnight. She's rather hoping to squirrel away from sight for bit. Breathe it all in. Sort her wretched thoughts.

Not the kind of mess she'd lay at Aventurine's feet. They'd had a week of nothing but casual conversation and playful overtures, and now he's more or less a stranger. A charming one, but a stranger nonetheless.]

It was, yeah. [Parts of it.] I'm more sorry for crashing the party. I hear it's not all been fun and games down here, but it's a lot more wild abandon than anything upstairs. I'll tell you that.