Tiger Blood Campfire, Friday Afternoon

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Yiiiiiiiiikes, where did the whole summer go?

Not that you could hear it out loud unless you happened to be telepathic in which case you'd be welcome to overhear it, but Stephanie was sure thinking it pretty loudly. Kind of hard not to be thinking along those lines when she was sitting outside by the campfire pit, going through the Gotham University course catalog and trying to finalize her schedule for the fall semester.

Still, to all appearances she was just perched on a rock with the catalog spread out over her knees, tapping a pen restlessly against her lips. And occasionally chewing on it.

Going home was going to be a new and slightly intimidating experience after all this time. Exciting, sure, but she'd have to get back into the groove of Gotham life again, and --

Ugh, that train of thought led to Bat-style brooding, and she was not appropriately costumed nor situated atop a roof, so no. Better to focus on her class schedule instead, or hope for a suitable distraction.

[OOC: So totally open.]