This is only Dimi’s second time trying out this whole camping thing. Last time, there had been substances to make the event seem far more tolerable than it actually was. The realization that camping without magic is actually completely awful hits Dimi sometime between his standing over a heap of tent parts and his accidentally flinging a tent pole off into the brush when he let it bend too far.

"Bollocks," he says as he watches the vital piece of tent construction disappear into the foliage.