Lupus Campfire, Thursday afternoon

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Sokka had never heard of "jazz hands". That didn't stop the three beret-wearing hamsters from trying to teach Momo Jr. how to do it. Sokka wasn't really sure how to handle his pet's newfound love of expression through dance, so he just sat and stared blankly at the little show.

Eventually, the quartet of rodents took a break from dancing to do the backstroke in the ashes of the campfire (which, thankfully, wasn't lit).

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Camp Gym, Thursday evening

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If there's one thing Dick had been letting slide since he got away of the nightly grind of Gotham, it was getting in his regular exercise. Granted, he wasn't going to be doing his more thorough workout here, but he could still keep himself sharp.

That's why he was working on the punching bag right now. Because if what he'd heard about Fandom was even remotely true - and it seemed to be, judging by the dancing hamsters across the room - one thing he definitely needed to keep sharp was his punching.

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Draco Campfire, Thursday Evening

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Harry had gone out and into the town to escape from Bob and the hamsters with berets. He didn't want to hear Bob giving advice on choreography and he certainly didn't want to know why Bob knew so much about it.

He'd come back to the campire, which he'd lit with a bit of magic and which had only flared up a little more than he'd expected. And he'd brought food. Including hot dogs, which some cabins had neglected to provide on other nights.


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