[Marie's pitching the tents like a pro, or at least like someone who went through way too many years of military school, and everyone else seems to be setting up camp well enough... but she hasn't heard Lulu crashing or screaming lately. The absence of a pink glitter-related disaster is possibly more foreboding than its presence, so she sighs and calls over her shoulder.]
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Lucille, are you finished clearing the place out?