Vax has positioned his table, where people come to get help with their archery or sword work, under some shade. He spent some of the time napping, since he finds the whole 'camper chore' routine to be a waste of time, much like the rest of his time at camp, but they have no choice in the matter. Having a friend keep him company is a welcome sight.

When he spots Heather, Vax takes his boots off the table and plants them back on the ground. Rubbing the back of his neck, he yawns and then smiles, trying to look more alert than he is.

"Sounds great. What did you bring?" Just don't tell Sanji his hand-crafted treats were delivered to a man. That's probably not what he intended them for.