"So, what's on the schedule for today?" Shawn asked Ian as the younger cadet came out of the shower. He was rather surprised that all the boys were up and getting dressed – not that it took much for a six year old to dress; throw on the pants or shorts that were on the floor where they'd left them the night before, and grab the closest shirt.

Ian himself was still wearing the sweats and t-shirt he'd jogged in. No sense changing until he'd showered, after all.

"Breakfast, inspection of cabins, activity, lunch, activity, free time, dinner, activity, campfire and lights out," Ian told him, grabbing a towel out of his bag so he could hit the shower before one of the kids claimed it. (Of course, he'd eventually come to find out that that wasn't a concern.)

"I'll go claim our table," River offered. He was just coming out of the bathroom as well, completely dressed – if you could call bright orange shorts, an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt with a t-shirt underneath it and a pair of deck shoes (with no socks) dressed. Ian covered his eyes to protect them from the radiation coming from the clothing, and shrugged.

"Take the kids with you."

"They can't go down until the bell rings," Shawn told him, smiling at his usual reaction to River's clothes. There were groans of disappointment from the hungry boys, but again, no mutiny.

Ian scowled, and then shrugged again. He was going to take a shower, so he didn't really care where the boys were.

"Keep an eye on them, Adams."

Shawn nodded, turning to the boys as River left and Ian went into the bathroom.

"If there's going to be an inspection we should probably pick the place up."

Not that it was incredibly messy, but there were clothes strewn about – especially in Sammy's area – and they might as well get it all picked up now.

The boys scrambled to do what he'd asked them, which meant they really just shoved most of the stuff under their bunks – although Sammy actually picked his up and tossed it on the extra bed with the rest of his stuff.

"Are you really in the Air Force?" Bruce asked Shawn.

Shawn nodded.

"I'm in the Academy – which means I'm learning how to be in the Air Force."

"Do they let you shoot guns?" Wilson asked.

"Can you fly a plane?" Bruce asked at the same time, just as eagerly.

"You have to do a lot of marching, huh?" Chance said. "My dad was in the Army, he did a lot of marching he said."

"My dad marches a lot," Brian said, quickly.

"So does mine."

"My-"

"Guys." Shawn wasn't really any more used to a lot of kids talking all at once any more than Ian was. He was just a bit more patient about it. "Yes, I've fired a gun. No, I've never flown a plane – only on a simulator, although River has, so you might ask him about that – and we march a lot, but we also do a lot of running." Some of them more than others.

They asked him about a million more questions while they waited for Ian to get out of the shower and for the bell to ring, and Shawn was feeling just a little harried by the time Ian made an appearance, showered and shaved and wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Before Shawn could mention the lack of originality on Ian's part, the bell rang once more, and Shawn breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.

"All right guys, let's go down and eat."

There was a mad dash to the door, and they all ran screaming down the hill, joining all the other campers who were doing the same and were just as hungry. Ian and Shawn moved at a slower rate, and were joined by Danin and Ann before they even made it to the top of the hill.

Ann was wearing shorts and a pink tank top, and Shawn frowned when he saw her bandaged knee.

"What happened to you?"

"Ian ran me over when I was out jogging," she told him with a smile.

Ian scowled.

"It was an accident."

"Are you really the top of your class at the Air Force Academy?" Ann asked, ignoring the comment. She knew it was an accident, or she wouldn't have said anything.

Shawn answered for Ian, knowing that Danin had been the one to tell her fellow counselor that particular bit of information.

"He's so far ahead of the rest of us that I'm surprised they didn't just graduate him this year."

"Can they do that?"

Shawn shrugged.

"I don't know. But he's pretty sma-"

"Can we talk about something else?" Ian asked, annoyed. God, there was nothing he hated more than being the center of attention.

"What are you studying, Ann?" Shawn asked. He remembered from the introductions the day before that she was at college, he just didn't remember if she'd said what she was taking.

"I'm a Psych major," she told him. "At Yale."

Proving that she was far from stupid, herself.

"But you're from this area?" Shawn asked.

Ann nodded.

"I went to high school with Danin's big sister, but this is my first time at camp."

"Are you having fun?"

She smiled, casting an amused glance at Ian, who noticed it immediately and predictably, scowled.

"I'm having a great time."

They entered the dining room, then, and the four of them were struck by just how noisy and crowded it was. Especially around the table that River had chosen for the kids from Australia. Not only were their boys in the chairs, but there were several female counselors gathered around as well, drawn to River's sunny personality and cheerful nature. And he looked like he was having the time of his life being in the center of it all.

"Not as much fun as some people, though…"