Leo's hammer pounded down on the sheet of bronze, a thick smell of smoke rising into the air as his arms began to flame. Determination spread throughout his body, driving his arm to hit harder and harder. Soon enough, the sheet would be the right shape needed in order to reinforce the Argo II. And the gods know that he needed to be quick; everyone had been on his back about it over the past few days.
However, up above the clouds, there was one god who did not agree.
"Lyon Vasquez is underappreciated," Dionysus rumbled. The other gods shot him a surprised look.
"I thought you hated the half-bloods?" asked Hermes amusedly. No one had expected this from Dionysus, honestly. He always showed this specific loathing towards every spawn of the gods (that wasn't his own).
He shrugged. "I'm not exactly fond of the runts, but Lucas has shown strong feelings of hatred towards Gaea. You must respect that. Also, I have a debt to pay off towards Hestia and might as well give her little fiery pet the appreciation he deserves, eh? Along with the other seven, because this will bring a new wave of madness upon the ship once they realize that no one told everything about themselves." Then, with a wave of his hand, Dionysus proceeded to pave the way for new appreciation of all eight demigods currently on the ship.