((Oi, let's get this moving again, shall we? Small time-skip involved.))
Cedrick sighed a little. This was tiresome. He didn't know how anyone could recruit on a daily basis. "Look, this is a very interesting conversation. Since you two have calmed down enough to think straight, why don't you finish it on the walk to the van? It isn't far, now. Or stay here and get angry again, and feel free to duke it out in the middle of nowhere until one of you is lying face-down in a pool of his own blood. But we're on a schedule, so if you'd actually like to accomplish something worth notice, I'd suggest tagging along."
He pushed a branch out of his way as he went back towards their meager little path. "Let's go. Archie, Skye, come on. Vera, wherever the hell you are, you too." He figured Ally was bubbly enough to follow without orders, kind of like a lost puppy. "If you two do decide to come, make sure you play nice." He said over his shoulder before taking the short trip back to the trail, this time with no more caution than when they first started.
It was only a few minutes before the ground flattened out suddenly and a gravel road was on either side of them. There was a half-rusted van, which probably used to be white, and a small camp next to it. A tent for two, maybe three people, and a makeshift fire-pit with coals still burning. Other than that, there were only two duffle bags near the back of the van. Cedrick was a little surprised when a teenage girl came striding around from the back of the van, humming to herself.
She was a bit surprised, too, but hers was of a giddy surprise rather than Cedrick's confused variety. "You're here!" She squealed. Immediately, there was a lound clang! and a groan from under the van. Out crawled a man who looked about in his forties, with a rounded belly and grey stubble. He rubbed his forehead where he must have hit his head. The girl was already rushing to pack up the camp, blubbering about them not being prepared enough.
The older man sighed, casting an apologetic look at the group. Turning his head to the girl, he said, "Baby, calm down. There's time to spare." This immediately caused the girl to fly into another stream of words, this time about how it was their job to be sure they were ready for their passengers.
Cedrick just stared blankly at them. He wasn't entirely sure what to think of the pair. "Daddy, can you get the bags? Oh, wait, I left my sunglassese in the tent! No, wait, I already packed the tent! I hope they don't break! I'm so sorry about this! By the way, I'm Jenna Puckett! Wait, where'd my yogurt go?" The girl seemed to never stop. Her father, still rubbing his head, grunted his name, Harry Puckett, at the group before finally helping his daughter with the bags.
"I'll explain everything to you guys in a minute. For now, just throw whatever you've got in the back." Harry told them, opening the door to the back of the van. He slid the duffle bags under some seats in the back.
Cedrick had apparently sat down at some point, so he stood up, and glanced into the back. Considering their circumstances, and the outward appearance of the van, this was luxury. About ten seats. Probably more like fifteen if you really squeezed in. Rails below the ceiling for any baggage they might have. A few pillows and light blankets stuffed into a corner. Most of the space in the front two had been repurposed so there'd be more room for whatever junk they had brought.
He didn't have anything to throw in, so he just watched as Jenna buzzed around, packing what little they had in what seemed to be the most innefficient manner possible.
((Sorry, no Crotchkiss.))