You’re enjoying your jar of moonshine in peace by the fire, until a hand grabs your wrist and starts dragging you.

You whip around to see a head of blond hair bounding over to a fallen log, where the month’s Greenie, Thomas, sits by himself.

“Come along, we’ve got a Greenie to welcome,” Newt tells you over his shoulder with a crooked grin.

You say nothing more as you both approach Thomas and sit by his sides, flanking him.

Thomas throws you both a confused, startled look. “Hi?”