It had taken so much work to actually get her to agree to this- let alone schedule the visit, save for the tickets, and all of the other boring crap that goes into setting up an event. But you did it- you somehow, someway, convinced Camila to not only leave her room, but to GO OUT IN PUBLIC.

“Ugh… why did you think this was a good idea? I can already hear a five-year-old crying. We’re gonna see the bears, and then I’m out.” She was always like this- cold, snappy, but the small way the corners of her lips tugged into a smile as she said “bears” tells you all you need to recognize she’s excited about this… at least, in her own way. “Yo, shithead, gonna keep staring out into space or do you want to get this show on the road?”