What's the best practical joke you've ever played on another camper?
Conner:The golden mango!
Travis:Oh, dude, that was awesome.
Conner:So anyway, we took this mango and spray painted it gold, right? We wrote: "For the hottest" on it and left it in the Aphrodite cabin while they were at archery class. When they came back, they started fighting over it, trying to figure out which of them was the hottest. It was so funny.
Travis:Gucci shoes were flying out the windows. The Aphrodite kids were ripping each other's clothes and throwing lipstick and jewelry. It was like a rapid herd of wild Bratz.
Conner:Then they figured out what we'd done, and they tracked us down.
Travis:That was not cool. I didn't know they made permanent makeup. I looked like a clown for a month.
Conner:Yeah. They put a curse on me so that no matter what I wore, my clothes were two sizes too small and I felt like a geek.
Connor had a crooked smile that matched his crooked sense of humor. He’s a pretty nice guy, but you should always keep one hand on your wallet when he’s around, and do not, under any circumstances, give him access to shaving cream unless you want to find your sleeping bag full of it. He’s got curly brown hair and is a little shorter than his brother, Travis, which is the only way I can tell them apart. They are both so unlike my old enemy Luke it’s hard to believe they’re all sons of Hermes.