[Somewhere in the Camp, there's suddenly a building that looks like a
puppy doghouse, but it's a bit too big to be one. It has a door with a keyhole and it's closed. On its wall there's a sign:
Christmas Sale! Today only!
Price: Only as much as you think it's worth!
from inside you can hear a nine-year-old child's voice] Uwaah, somebody please open! I don't like the food here. And I'm hungry.
(ooc: Two months Camp anniversary for Yuki = deaging (headcanon). Can be a migle post too.)