In which we leave for Ridecamp, and Hana wears a strange sci-fi disguise
We're leaving for camp, and Hana is back at home so she can go with us.
We told her that everybody in camp is going to be wearing costumes, so she's got her outfit ready:
I think she looks like Greedo.
|Koona t'chuta, Solo?|
The goats think she looks like the Borg. They're eager to be assimilated.
|Resistance is futile.|
Hana is sure that, no matter what she wears, she always looks like this:
|Friendship is magic|