As is customary each month, a welcome bonfire is lit with the arrival of a new Greenie.

This month's boy is named Thomas. He's about 17 years old, tall with black hair, and rather stubborn and curious—more than you'd like. Although, he's a good boy.

You and Newt went to keep him company. The three of you ate in silence, or at least two of you did. Newt always had what you considered a horrible habit of eating with his mouth open.

"Can you have some manners?" you said, frustrated, as you wiped his mouth and chin with a handkerchief.

"Women..." the blond Brit grumbled, though he let the girl clean him.