People who didn't really know Mimi were always astonished at just how quickly her warm brown eyes could become chips of ice.

"Benny," she acknowledged frostily, crossing her arms.

"Woah, deja vue!" Roger whispered. Mark and Collins snickered while Maureen an Joanne exchanged puzzled glances. Allison, who up to this point had been standing around looking, now seemed mildly interested.

"You two know each other?" she asked coming up to stand behind Mimi.

Benny's head shot up. For a second he just stared at Allison, comprehension dawning horribly on his face. The result made for a rather unnatural hue – rather like chocolate that's been left in a cupboard for several years.

"You two know each other?" he echoed in a slightly high-pitched voice.

"Mimi's one of my campers," Allison replied, smirking rather slyly as she glanced from Mimi to Benny. "All right there, Coffin? You look a bit…pale."

Benny's hands fidgeted nervously. He jammed them into his pockets.

"And you never answered my question," the blonde counselor continued, "How do you know Mimi?"

"Well, I knew her friend's…brother," Benny stammered, fishing. "Used to go to school together…" He trailed off.

By now, Mimi looked thoroughly miserable, as Allison looked from her to Benny, and Benny looked from her to Allison. Angel noticed his friend's distress and looked desperately up at Collins, who decided it was time to end things. He took a deep breath.

"Feed me!" he bellowed, in a remarkably deep voice.

Benny, Allison and Mimi, as well as half the dining hall turned to stare at him.

Collins eyes widened as if scandalized and he turned to Mark.

"Mark! Manners!" he exclaimed, neatly clipping the bewildered boy in the back of the head.

The six campers burst out laughing. Allison merely rolled her eyes, but Benny looked as relieved as Mimi at the interruption.

"Seriously though, half the camp is already eating," Joanne pointed out.

It was true. While their little drama had been playing out, the rest of the Wahoo! Campers and counselors had lined up to receive lunch. After one last smirk in Benny's direction, Allison left to join the back of the line, disregarding her own set of campers.

"I really don't think I'm going to like her," Mimi muttered, watching her leave. "Come on Ang, let's eat. I'm starved."

Her words fell on deaf ears. Her friend was looking at Collins as if he were the best thing since bread itself, forget sliced. The pair went to join the line, deep in conversation. Mimi watched them leave forlornly.

Maureen noticed her new cabin-mate's distress, as well as the source. She laughed.

"Come on, let's all go eat." And she, Mimi, Joanne, Mark, and Roger headed over to the line together, with Benny trailing awkwardly behind.

POPOPOPOPOPOPOPOP

Typically counselors sat with their campers at meals, but as soon as Allison got her food, she disappeared back to the cabin, and Benny, realizing that his presence was rather less-than-desired, opted to sit with another counselor friend. The seven remaining breathed a sigh of relief as they went, and sat down together at the last remaining table.

"So what exactly is this?" Mark asked, gingerly poking a brownish lump on his plate. Roger took a bite of one of his own.

"I believe it is an attempt at a meatball," he said, thoughtfully chewing. Just then the others heard a strange squish and Roger grimaced. They all carefully pushed the brown lumps to the sides of their plates.

"So are we all from New York?" Mimi asked. They all nodded except for Roger.

"Tennessee," he said.

"And your parents sent you to a camp in New York?" Joanne asked.

"We used to live here five years ago," he explained. "Mark, Maureen and I went to school together. His mom told mine they were coming here."

"Wait, you knew I'd be here?" Mark asked. "And you didn't tell me?"

Roger snickered. "The look on your face was priceless."

"That'scool," Mimi said. "You two didn't know he'd be here?" Mark and Maureen shook their heads.

"Reunions all around, huh?" Angel said. Mimi threw him a dirty look. He laughed and reached for his fork, accidentally bumping his glass with the back of his hand. The glass tipped and Collins hand shot out automatically, catching it before it could fall. Angel smiled warmly at him. "Thanks."

He grinned back. "Gotcha covered."

They turned back to find the others staring at them amusedly.

"So how about you guys?" Collin asked hurriedly, indicating Mimi and Angel. "How long have you known each other?"

"Since the first day of kindergarten," Mimi said, fondly. "He tried to take my doll and I hit him."

"Well anyone who dresses their Barbie in a plaid button-down and leopard-spotted pants doesn't deserve to have her!" Angel protested. Everyone laughed.

"Mark you have to eat something," Maureen said suddenly. Her boyfriend was now dissecting his spaghetti sauce.

"I don't like the chunks of tomato," he replied stubbornly.

"No wonder you're still so scrawny," Roger told him.

"You're doing the same thing!" Mark pointed out.

"Yeah, but I can afford it. I've got, like, twenty-five pounds on you." He smirked, spearing a piece of limp tomato on his fork and dangling it in front of his friend's face. "Eat the tomato, Markie!"

"Get way from me," Mark grumbled. Roger shook his fork. The tomato flew off and landed in Joanne's hair.

Roger's eyes got wide. Maureen, sitting next to Joanne, was the only one that saw the glimmer in the girl's dark eyes before they narrowed in a glare. Roger gulped as they fixed severely on his, and everyone else at the table was suddenly very glad that they weren't the one on the receiving end of that look.

Wordlessly, without taking her eyes off his, Joanne reached up and (with some difficulty) plucked the offending vegetable from her tight curls. Roger's eyes got, incredibly, even wider as she leaned across the table at him menacingly.

"Eat the tomato, Roggie," she said, shaking it in his face. They all lost it.

Amid peals of laughter, they heard Mr. Grey calling for attention.

"All right now, boys and girls, now that you have finished eating," ("Or given up the endeavor," Collins muttered) "We will be heading over to the P. field to play some get-to-know-you games!" He paused, as if awaiting applause, and receiving none, turned and walked out.

"Wonder what the P stands for?" Mimi asked as the group filed over to dump out their trays.

"Pompous pin-head?" Roger suggested. Mimi giggled and he looked mollified.

"Everyone ready?" Angel asked.

"Let's do it," Maureen replied, and they headed for the field.