"OH, OH, OH!!!" Dinah squeals, pointing at the trees, bouncing in excitement. "It's Brother! GUYS, it's totally Bro—" The figure in the trees lazily plods in another direction, its sizable antlers bobbing along. There was nothing regal or otherworldly about it. There are no ghosts here for you, sophomores. Dinah's face wrinkles in disappointment. "It's a BUTT," she shouts instead, then turns back to the tent poles in her hands. She has... very little idea what she's doing here. Outside of this school, she's never gone camping before. They live on a boat. She goes boating.

"So is there any rule against doing like a MEGA-TENT?" she says, quickly getting over the fact that there wasn't actually a ghost-guardian-moose-bro-dude in the trees watching them. "OH, what if we ALL shared a super mega-tent??"