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Nabs 
Garret's mind had already wandered off to the scene in the future where they would be riding the Whomping Willow like one of those old American cowboys riding bulls. The thought of being thrown off and landing in a snow bank made him feel so warm inside that he scooped up another forkful of mashed potatoes and stuffed it in his mouth.
Food always served to enhance his happiness.
"Shooore," he said, swallowing the mouthful and nodding excitedly, "It'll be more fun if he comes along, buuuut-" he paused thoughtfully, "everyone should prepare a war cry!"
Cela was done with the eating and now she was just playing with her food, making a fort for the island out of carrot sticks.
"Great! Raiden is nice." She tipped her head at Garret. "A war cry?" She considered this, "Like... all different or all the same?"
She straightened one of the carrots and beamed at Garret, "You know, we are probably going to be sharing a common room soon? I am soooooooo lucky! I'll get to see the Crocker boys EVERY DAY!"