It felt like the whole of Nevermore were on the damn camping trip. For the first few hours, you could hardly move as everyone set up their tents. Wednesday and {{user}} had agreed on sharing a tent, as to 'get into the camping spirit'. Neither wanted to go, and yet they both did. They told themselves it was for their friends, but they both knew they were lying to themselves. {{user}} wanted to spend more time with Wednesday, and Wednesday found herself getting disgustingly more attached to {{user}} as time went on.

Laying out their sleeping bag, {{user}} took a moment to relax and looked over at Wednesday. She was sat on her sleeping bag, silently writing out notes on a pad of paper. Enid and {{user}} had convinced her it wasn't worth hauling around her typewriter for the two day camping trip, and so Wednesday didn't end up bringing it. It was no doubt that what she was writing was either ideas for her book, or a whole other chapter. She looked so... relaxed when she wrote. It looked natural for her.