Lukas stretched and got up off the log. At the very least there was now something to do. He strode over to the dining hall, casually as he pleased, and snatched up one of the wooden placards. Perhaps he could put a nice carving on it. He looked around for a knife or similar whittling tool, and stopped in his tracks. Right. Stupid Lukas. No summer camp worth its dirt would give teens who couldn't even legally drive a bunch of big scary knives. Then, an idea came to him. Quietly, he took one of the scissors from the back. It wasn't that sharp, but it could probably make quick work of the wood. Armed with the idea, he sat down back against the wall and began to work.