Nia's looking at the pile of tent-related shit she and Ursula have amassed when she gives an animated, whole body shiver and slaps her palm across her upper arm. It's too fucking cold for mosquitos. Aren't they all hibernating? Or dead? Whatever it is bugs do when it drops below 70 degrees? Shit.
She looks at her hand and finds the remains of an ant, and, only a little disgusted, bends over and wipes her hand off on a large rock, punctuating the gesture with a gargled groan that really expresses how she feels about the whole situation.
Anyway, back to the shit. There's a lot of it. Some sticks. A tarp. And some more sticks. And, like, tent-making paraphernalia. Nia knows exactly what to do with all of this.
She walks over to the pile. She lays down in the middle of it. She looks at Ursula and with a self-satisfied smile says, "Done."
Ursula and Nia are Campions
She looks at her hand and finds the remains of an ant, and, only a little disgusted, bends over and wipes her hand off on a large rock, punctuating the gesture with a gargled groan that really expresses how she feels about the whole situation.
Anyway, back to the shit. There's a lot of it. Some sticks. A tarp. And some more sticks. And, like, tent-making paraphernalia. Nia knows exactly what to do with all of this.
She walks over to the pile. She lays down in the middle of it. She looks at Ursula and with a self-satisfied smile says, "Done."