Norman had brought a small selection of zombie comic books to sit down by the fire with and read, yes. Because Norman was nothing if not predictable, he supposed. Still, the fire was nice, and sitting by it was sort of a social activity, right? Even if it mostly involved having his head down?

He was glancing up occasionally to see if he could spot any interesting new kids, though, or anybody looking especially lost. Doing his part and all that, right?