Jason leaned back, he was definitely feeling nostalgic for Camp Halfblood with the campfire blazing and a handful of people gathered to share stories or, if the instrument Kubo had was any indication, sing songs. Jason had been doing pretty good at staving off feelings of homesickness, but this was certainly making it come on in full force.

He pulled his gaze away from the friendly fire blazing and instead looked over at the younger boy. "I think it's tradition to tell scarier stories. I don't really have one in mind right now though. Of course, at Camp Half-Blood they typically hosted sing-a-longs around the campfire...but I'm not sure if all of us even know the same songs for that to even work."