Dionsyus had a cupboard. In the Big House. It was out in the open but it was very secretive. No one knew what was inside, and most of them really didn't care.

Except two children of Hermes. You got it. Travis and Connor Stoll.

The key to the cupboard was always around Dionsyus's neck, which made it almost impossible to get.

But Travis had a plan. He snuck up to the snoring God of Wine (he was having a nap because he was bored) and took a little fish hook with a razor blade attached to it and frayed the necklace, and when the key fell out, he took it and ran.

Meanwhile in the Aphrodite cabin

"OMG Tratie is SUCH a cute couple. Well, for thirteen year olds, I mean."

"I know they like each other."

"YOU know, but they don't."

"I wish we had some way to get them together."

"But nothing really seems to work..."

"STOLL!" Wine dude's voice echoed and filled every crevice of camp with his anger. "WHERE IS MY KEY?"

Travis had taken refuge in the Demeter Cabin, much to Katie's annoyance.

"Travis. Stoll. WHY are you whimpering and hiding under my bed? Oh Gods. That sounded wrong. YOU PERVERT!"

"No, Katie, I just stole THE KEY."

He showed her the unimpressive metal key.

She wasn't awed in the slightest. "To WHAT?" she demanded.

"THE CUPBOARD OF DOOOOOOM!"

"You mean Dionsyus's cupboard? Wow, can I take a look-"

Katie was interrupted by loud footsteps and shouts of "STOLL!'

Travis panicked. "I guess I'm going to have to hide it in my mouth." He popped the key in and kept it in his cheek.

"OH NO. He KNOWS you stole it. He'd search every single spot in your body where something can be hid."

The door swung open.

"Oh Gods, Katie, forgive me for this."

"What?"

Dionsyus peeked his head in and saw the two youngsters.

Travis whispered, "open your mouth. FAST!"

Katie opened her mouth and Travis fit his lips to hers. Then, with some fancy head-maneuvering, he managed to get the key into HER mouth, where she kept it.

Even though the key was safely hidden, neither of them seemed to want to break away, however awkward the circumstances were.

"Stoll! Stop kissing Green-girl and COME HERE!"

He pulled Travis by the cuff of his shirt.

"DO YOU HAVE THE KEY, TOM?"

"No, I don't, sir. I'm being totally truthful."

"ARE YOU SURE, TIMOTHY? I don't trust you, TROY."

"Um, it's Travis."

Suddenly, a grape vine lifted Travis to the ceiling and shook him thoroughly. No key fell out.

The vine disappeared, looking almost as disappointed as its maker, the curly-haired god.

"I know you don't have it, Kristy," he said, looking at Katie. "You're too boring, Katherine."

He stomped out, looking now for Connor.

Katie fished the key from her mouth as gracefully as she could, and wiped it off on her shirt. She handed it to Travis, and for a minute, their hands met, and all the memories of the kiss, its full awkwardness now heavy on their minds, finally came to attention. Travis jolted back and Katie looked away.

"Uhh, Hank Thou, I mean thank you."

"Wou're yelcome, I mean, you're welcome."

When the camp heard about this uproarious episode, they kept saying Hank Thou and Wou're Yelcome to Katie and Travis every time someone saw them. To all's surprise, they didn't object but kept blushing.

TBC