Hello again, I'm here to tell you about this absolute treasure named Beckett, who has Deacon's looks and MacCready's heart. His conversations are held either in my face or behind a pole, no in-between. He hopes you're having a good day, he doesn't want to be in your way, and he wants you to destroy half of Appalachia while he mans his bar (always selling, never buying). He gets flustered if you flirt with him, and his storyline is a ride.
A+ C.A.M.P. companion
(Side note, the Beckett at my husband's camp does nothing but complain and isn't nearly as charming. I love the dichotomy).
















