Finn responded with nothing more than a roll of the eyes to start, before planting his hand exhaustively onto his face.
He wanted to ask about angel eating habits because of that interjection about food taste making him rather interested. But knowing that asking a question would invoke conversation, Finn resisted. "I’m not exactly up for social meal time. You can go, I’m going to go back to my damn cabin," He spoke without even looking at Rampel, and turned the other direction to start walking back. He probably wasn’t ‘allowed’ to go off on his own, especially at camp, but if he got in trouble, it was easy to fake a stomach ache and the need for rest.
Rampel had taken Finn's eye roll and "facepalm" as a sign of reluctant agreement and was already a few eager steps down the hill before he heard Finn speak. He quickly turned back towards the boy as he proclaimed his refusal.
"Wait, hold up!" Rampel called, taking some hurried strides in his direction. His senses caught up with him quickly, though, and he stopped a small distance away, not wanting to box the boy in.
He was about to try and convince him to come along, but it was becoming more and more clear that any attempt at coaxing would just push the boy away further.
"Well...can I at least grab something and bring it back to you? Y'know...don't want you going hungry until dinner."