Hello, I am not dead, I am here, I've just been caught up with work lately and haven't really had much time to update :'( But I've got the day off! So I'm going to update as much as I can! Yay! :D

"How come the bathroom looks nicer than the rest of the cabin?"

"It's new. Er." Percy added. "What with all the new cabins being built, we figured the original ones could do with some revamping and now, each cabin has its own bathroom. Cool, right?"

"I guess." Louisa shrugged. "Ya make it sound like indoor plumbin's only been around for five minutes."

"Shut up." Percy tugged playfully on her ponytail. "Anyway, you can plonk your toothbrush there, medicine cabinet- I keep it locked 'cos Tyson likes to snoop and he hasn't quite grasped mortal medicines yet. We're getting there, but he thought the antihistamines were sweets and slept for the rest of the day."

"I'll bear that in mind."

"I'm worried now." Percy admitted. Louisa smiled mischievously. "That's not helping." He continued, shaking his head. She shrugged again. "Feel free to unpack. The key to the medicine cabinet is under the third shell from the sink." Percy pointed. Louisa saw the embedded seashells in the wall, leaning closer to spot tiny hinges on a scallop shell. She lifted it slowly and the key fell into her waiting hand.

"Clever."

"I am, yes. Thank you for noticing." Percy grinned. Louisa rolled her eyes, putting the key back in its hiding place. "And you already know the rest of the cabin. We've got our own trunks and there's a weapons rack and you can always shove things under the bed, but not for cabin inspection. Tyson's pretty good at cleaning, but we can't leave him to do it all on his own."

"I'm not the best at cleanin'."

"Ditto." Percy checked his watch. "I've got a class now. Wanna come?"

"I'll get my stuff sorted here 'n' then maybe consider comin' down. Depends."

"I take it you're not going to be teaching any classes then?"

"No."

"Fair enough. Try not to make a mess."

"Now, I can't promise that."

"Tyson will get upset."

"Now, I can't promise that." Louisa repeated, shooting him the stink eye.

"You're rude."

"Finally catchin' on, mm?"

"I'm going off you."

"Diddums."

Percy returned a couple of hours later, exhausted. He didn't mind teaching the younger demigods, but it didn't half tire him out. He called out a greeting. Tyson called back; "Percy, what is this?" Percy found him in the bathroom. Tyson had found a box under the sink, the lid discarded to one side. That box hadn't been there earlier.

Peering at the contents, Percy hissed. This was Louisa's box- spare toothbrush, a bottle of tea-tree shampoo and conditioner, a razor, some toothpaste and- the thing Tyson was pointing at- pads.

Percy put the lid on, seeing 'Lou' scribbled on the top, and pushed the box back. Tyson looked at him quizzically.

"That's girl stuff, Ty. No touchy."

"Is Louisa OK?"

"Yeah, she's fine. Don't worry about Lou, big guy. She can take care of herself." Tyson squinted at him. Percy patted him on the shoulder and smiled. "But remember- if it's Lou's, no touchy. Unless she says you can."

"No touchy." Tyson repeated. "Unless she says I can."

"Attaboy." Percy sent him on his way and closed the cupboard. "Any idea where she is?" He asked on his way out.

"She's down there." Tyson pointed towards the back door, propped ajar. "I think she's talking to Daddy." Percy thanked him and ventured down to the shoreline. "Hey." He said, dropping to sit next to her. "You OK?"

"Yeah. Just the daily rant 'bout how much of a prat Dad is."

"Uh, he'll get upset."

"He's used ta it. What'd ya want anyway? No, don't just shrug, ya've got that look, ya wanna tell me somethin'."

"Tyson found your box." Percy wasn't going to keep secrets from her. "I'm sorry. I just got back from classes and I found him in the bathroom. He hasn't taken anything, he just wanted to know what the pads were for."

"What'd ya tell him?"

"Girly stuff."

"Ya ain't freakin' out."

"Am I supposed to? Lou, I've grown up with my mother, she used to send me to the shops all the time to pick things up, pads included. It doesn't bother me, I know it's something you girls have to deal with and I salute you for that."

"You're weird."

"Thanks." Percy smiled. "If you need anything, just ask."

"I can handle it, Percy."

"I know you can. But the offer still stands." Percy squeezed her shoulder. Louisa gave a small smile. "Dad have much to say?"

"Oh, the usual. I'm sorry for not telling you about your brother sooner," she said in a gruff mimic of their father, "stop swearing, you can't kill me, I'm immortal, etc. etc. He loves me really."

"I'm sure he does."

"Of course he does, I'm his favourite child."

"No."

"Yes."

"Favourite daughter, maybe. Not favourite child."

"Fight me."

"Why are you always looking for a fight?"

"Why not?" She flashed him a cheeky grin. "Hey, Dad!" She called. "If you had to pick between us, who's ya favourite?" They waited a moment, the waves curling on the beach. "There." Louisa pointed, rising to her feet and splashing into the surf. She recovered a glass bottle, popping the cork and tipping a scroll out. Percy shot her a questioning look. "He don't always reply like this, but it's how he got messages ta me when I was younger." She shoved the bottle in his hand and unfurled the scroll, victorious look fading away. Percy moved to her side and smirked.

"Tyson." They read together. "He wasn't an option!" Louisa yelled at the sea. "Between me 'n' this prat!" Louisa scanned the water. Another bottle appeared a minute later. She snatched it up. "Still Tyson."

"That's just rude, Dad." Percy said. "We're hurt. What are you doing?" Louisa was hurriedly folding the paper, making a hat and then folding it some more, pulling on the ends and making a paper boat. "How'd you do that?" She showed him with the first message and they set off to the docks to race the Twins of the Ocean.

Just some sibling bonding for today! ^_^