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They at Hawaii, on a beach.
Well, as Calypso could say it, Hawaii was fantastic. Except for the fact that she and Leo's destination were - uh - across the country.
"Enjoying Hawaii, sweetheart?" Leo said in a weird tone - in Calypso's opinion.
"Shut it, Repair-boy."
"Oi!" Leo protested. Calypso, was very snappy today.
The auburn-haired girl sighed, "We-" She made a motion that indicates Leo and herself. "-are supposed to be on the other side of the country of America." Leo should know this stuff, right?
The fire-boy stroked his imaginary beard. "Oh. Never thought of that." Leo picked up a coconut with a straw in it. "But I'm enjoying it here." And the boy relaxed on the recliner, which suddenly tried to fold - with Leo in it. "Ow! Ouch! Ugh! What's with this recliner!"
Calypso relaxed onto her recliner with no malfunctions. "Comfy, Leo?" She asked this with a smirk.
Leo - who was twisted inside the recliner - nodded. "Ow - very comfortable."
A couple of girls who were walking on the edge of the beach, glanced at Leo and Calypso, muttering, "Cute couple." Leo grinned, as Calypso turned a tomato red.
The mechanic craned his head to Calypso - struggling though, due to his current incident with the awry recliner. "You a bit sunburned? I have this sunscreen-"
Calypso interrupted. "I'll get it." She was glad to have an excuse for her red face. "By the way, where is Festus?" Leo pointed to the ocean. As Calypso squinted into the kind-of horizon of the beach, she could see an outline of something...oh.
Apparently, metal dragons can swim/bathe in the ocean without getting noticed.
Leo suddenly had a screwdriver in his mouth, attempting to get himself out of the recliner. "Ih card da nist." Calypso looked at him like Leo was crazy. Which, technically speaking, he was.
Once Leo had managed to properly fix his recliner, he repeated what he said before. "It's called the Mist." Calypso nodded.
"Ah, yes. I've heard that term before. To hide what something truly is, with a lie?"
"Not really a lie. Just something mortals can - you know - live off of."
Leo then asked, "If we make quesadillas, can you add extra cheese for me?" Calypso looked at him. Why did she have a crush on him, again?
Calypso then said, "Fine, whatever. Remember to send a scroll to Camp Half-Blood on our whereabouts." Leo grinned. Not a mischievous grin, but a happy grin.
"The fact that you said 'our' gives me hope."
"Whatever."
Calypso brought her pineapple juice to her mouth. "Well?" She snuck a sip. "Where we headed off to next?" Leo shrugged. Of course. He wouldn't know. Leo's the one who got them spinning around the whole world.
"I really don't know!"
"Useless."
"Oi!"