“Austin wants to know why you mostly live in a tent.”
For a long minute, Jackson didn’t say anything. Then he shrugged one shoulder. “I like the outdoors.”
That was it. Nothing else. Austin stared at him, obviously waiting for more. But I knew better. Jackson felt that was explanation enough. I kept silent, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Everett clap a hand over his mouth to keep in the laughter.
“You like the outdoors…?” Austin repeated, drawing it out.
“Yep.”
I lost it then, because Austin looked so confused, and I knew Jackson was being vague on purpose. Everyone else cracked up, too. But Austin’s face fell, and he dropped his gaze to his uneaten s’mores.