Daphne
"What should we do to him next?"
It was 7:00 in the morning, 2 hours before Daphne had to leave for the quest, and the hunters were having oodles of fun doing things to Logan in his sleep. So far they had given him a sharpie mustache, covered his face with whipped cream, and were about to feed him a dead spider from the windowsill.
They dropped the spider into his mouth and, incredibly, he ate it. As he chewed the arachnid he murmured something that sounded like "Chocolate chip…" which Daphne thought was hilarious. Thalia was about to break out the lipstick when the horn for breakfast sounded.
Thalia whispered "I've got the perfect way to do this." She reached into her quiver and pulled out an arrow with two small needles on the end of it.
Tazer arrow.
This should be good.
Thalia raised the arrow and jabbed it into Logan's thigh. The doof sat up automatically with a high pitched yelp, hitting his head on the top bunk. "SON OF A GORGON, THAT HURTS!" Thalia pulled the arrow out and her and the other hunters collapsed on the floor in fits of laughter.
"Why the heck would you do that?!" Logan yelled.
"Because you're a boy." Said Daphne, which she figured explained it all. Logan just stared at her with pure hatred.
Logan grabbed his clothes, bow, and quiver and, per the agreement made the previous night, headed out the door towards the Pegasus stables to change. Before he walked out the door he turned and said with a sly smile "You guys really stink." And with that he drew his bow, pulled an arrow out of his quiver, shot it into the cabin, slammed the door behind him, and, judging by how it wouldn't open, bolted it with a stick.
The arrow exploded into a cloud of yellow fumes. The smell was unmistakable.
Fart arrow.
And, through the fits of gagging and dry-heaving, Daphne vowed she would get him back for that.
We may be on a quest together, she thought to herself, but I will get you for that.