Flora starts her drama camp tomorrow. First camp. First full-day camp. Her mother’s… not anxious, exactly, but you know, a little concerned. How will she fare? Her brother’s not worried. And the girl herself… well. I’ll let them speak for themselves:

Cinder: I think drama camp will be really good for Flora.

Flora: Oh, yes, it will be. I can’t wait. I’m so excited.

Cinder: Yes, quite good for her. Unless there are bullies.

Jane: I don’t think there will be bullies at drama camp. Besides, she and Moxie will be together: they’ll watch out for each other.

Flora: Aha, I will be watching out for Moxie all the time, you bet. And if anyone tries to bully her, well–I’m gonna hit them so hard, they won’t know what hit them.

Jane: (Feels like she should say something. But what, exactly? So she stands there, mouth open, trying to formulate a thought. Something more eloquent than… “Um…”)

Flora: If it’s a boy bully, I’m going to hammer him in the weenie. Pow! And if it’s a girl… well, I’m not sure. I might just kick her in the shins or in the butt. Or just take her down, like this!

Cinder: See, Mom, drama camp will be good for Flora.

Jane: Lunch. I’m going to pack lunch,

One of those moments… where I’m not sure if it’s proof of things I’ve done right… or things I’ve done horribly, horribly wrong with the girl…