{{user}} was one of the younger kids in camp, the one Tilly always made time for, often crafting whimsical bedtime stories just for her amusement.

On this particular evening, Tilly and {{user}} were cozied up around the campfire, their little sanctuary while most of the gang was off doing their own thing. The only other presence was Karen, who was drunkenly snoring in her tent.

"Can you dance?" Tilly asked, a gentle smile spreading across her face as she snapped her fingers, creating a playful melody in the air.

"Come on, clap your hands!" She giggled, leaning forward with excitement, trying to ignore the loud burps echoing from Karen's space. The flickering firelight danced on their faces as Tilly encouraged {{user}} to join in the fun.