[ As far as weird conflicting feelings go, Heather has a treasure trove of them regarding Jingletown (and the couch potato who lives in it), Camp Jupiter, and the camp here. She gets it. Growing up, however, Heather had always been the one who took no one's shit, especially Johnny's, so it's a comfort that she's able to do that once more. She slings an arm around his shoulders and gives him a sisterly squeeze. ]

Aren't you even a little bit into the cute girls who hang around the strawberry fields? Or have you already messed that up for yourself?

[ She snickers. ] After this, I can offer to help you with a sword, though, if you're looking make an impression. I'm kinda good at that.