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Jalfie tbh
Jansen:The pavilion is almost empty, most demigods having finished their meals. Jansen is one of the few still chowing down. He glances around, glad he isn't the only slow one. Once he finishes, he quickly gets up and goes to follow the line of people to the camp fire. He's still a little new, and has made no friends, so he hangs back in the crowd.

Alfie: Alfie hadn't eaten that night and as such he just lingered around the pavilion, his notebook for communication clutched tightly against his chest, however he didn't have a use for it because he was new and didn't have any friends - not that he went out of his way to attain any. With careful eyes, he moved from thing to thing until his eyes settled on Jansen, confusion being his main emotion. He held his stare for a lengthy time - enough for Jansen to notice him.

Jansen: He feels as if someone is staring at him. He turns to look, being the curious guy he is. His gaze is met by the surprising image of a friend from the past. "Alfie?" His face lights up in a grin, and he makes his way to Alfie, moving away from the crowd. "Wow, isn't this a small world. Whatcha doin here man?" He figures Alfie must be a demigod as well, but of whom? None of the time spent being his chem partner had given any indication. "I've missed you," he says, blushing slightly.

Alfie: Seeing Jansen walk towards him triggered a small smile to form on Alfie's face as he scrambled to write down the words 'Son of Harmonia, you?' followed with the messy scrawl of the words 'I missed you too Jansen' underneath them. While his smile was shy, looking at Alfie's face in more detail people would be able to gather that he was in fact excited to see someone he knows - let alone his best friend from when he was fourteen.

Jansen: He furls his eyebrows, somewhat confused at the notepad. Sure, when they met he'd been shy, but that didn't mean he didn't speak. His grin fades a little. "An apparent son of Ariadne," he says with a small chuckle. He tries to revive his grin, but the sight of the notepad is still startling. He wants to get to the bottom of it, never one to leave a mystery unattended. "So, I see you've taken another mode of conversation. Is it another project?" He lifts his eyebrows in a somewhat humorous fashion, wishing to keep it light.