Some of things you heard around camp were more entertaining than any book you could read.
You always tried to make yourself look busy when Grimshaw was around, finding a few hiding spots where you could rest without fear of being berated, but sometimes you didn't mind talking to her. You know she was always looking out for you and your well-being, offering advice that comes from her own years of experience with the gang. While you're sitting, having a conversation with her, Uncle interrupts without shame. You would complain if you hadn't known Uncle to be extremely entertaining, especially because you saw the glint in his eye as he started talking to Grimshaw; he wanted something.
You pretend to mind your business as you listen to their conversation, though you find it hard not to smirk or laugh.
"When you gonna let me take you out for an evening, into town... You know, to a-like a magic lantern show or some such?" You certainly hadn't thought there was any type of romance going on around camp for Uncle, but you're pleasantly surprised; was he really asking Grimshaw out on a date? You're sure the other girls would be thrilled to hear about this.
"Well, I don't... I think... I'm getting a little long in the tooth for..."
"Oh, nonsense! How about tomorrow?"
Arthur strolls up a few seconds later, about to start a conversation when you hold up a finger to him; he raises an eyebrow, but is clearly used to you doing this because he stands there patiently and doesn't say another word. You point your finger at them,
"Well, let me think."
"So that's a yes?"
"...Okay."
"Well... now, if I'm gonna go out with you, I'm gonna have to look my best, so.... Can I borrow ten dollars?"
You almost completely lost it, hand slapping over your mouth and bending over as you try to hold back your laughter; the audacity of this man... But can you say you're surprised? Grimshaw notices this, you think it only adds to her fury, and she gets up in a huff, looking like she might physically take down Uncle herself.
"I'm good for it." Uncle offers up weakly, and tears are forming in the corners of your eyes, with it becoming harder and harder to contain your laughter.
Grimshaw leaves while muttering under her breath how horrible Uncle is, while said man just lets out a sigh and holds his hands up in defeat. Through your own laughter (which you've stopped containing since Grimshaw stormed off) you hear Arthur call him low, with Uncle responding with a shrug. By the time you've managed to get yourself together and wipe the tears from your eyes, Arthur's sitting in the spot Grimshaw had previously been occupying.
"Now that the show is over... can we talk?"
"You gonna ask me for ten dollars?" You ask teasingly, some more giggles slipping through, and Arthur flashes you a smile.
"I'd take you on the date first, at least."