Well, here we go, the first chapter that I've written wholly by myself. Hopefully this is at least slightly humorous. There isn't a lot you can do with the Demeter cabin except for include as much plant information as is humanly possible.

Hope you enjoy this!

And Caramel, you'd better review. ;D

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO, and the story used to belong to Caramelight, but this chapter is mine.

"Lights out in ten minutes!" the senior counselor called from her bunk bed.

"Aw, come on!" a camper by the window protested. "I'm still working with my plants!"

Someone snorted. "It doesn't take that long to tell a geranium to close up for the night!"

"This one has a stubborn personality!"

"Will both of you shut up?" someone complained from the corner. "You know how delicate my dahlias are!"

"No, I don't, actually, since my baby shrub rose is far more delicate than your dahlias," a small girl piped up as she walked inside.

"You try dealing with infestations of slugs every week!"

There was a long pause, in which all of the campers contemplated the difficulties of raising dahlias in one piece.

"Finish up with your plants and get into bed," the counselor yawned after a while. "They'll go to sleep quickly once we turn the light off anyway."

There was a general scramble to climb into bunk beds, in which blankets were shaken loose, pillows were scattered everywhere, and plant pots were nearly overturned.

The lights were about to be turned off when a camper pointed at an empty bunk and screamed loudly, "Who's missing?"

"Shut up!"

"Quiet down!"

"My petunias are gonna wilt from all the noise!"

"Sor-ree," the camper snorted.

A small voice sounded in the silence. "Really, though, who's missing?"

"It's that newbie, I think. I dunno what happened to her."

"Didn't she grow poison ivy in someone's sneakers?"

"I thought she made poison sumac sprout in someone's bed."

"It was ivy!"

"Sumac!"

"Ivy!"

"Sumac!"

A camper interrupted. "For Demeter's sake, it was a clump of nettles in someone's gloves!"

Someone sighed. "Whatever it was, it was poisonous, and now Chiron's punishing her for it."

"Aw, come on!"

"What?"

"She made the best cupcakes, but she still has to frost them before I can eat them and now they'll be stale!"

"…do we care?"

"Yes."

"Do you like cupcakes?"

"Yes."

"Would you eat all of them?"

"Yes."

"Do you want some dirt in your mouth?"

"Yes—wait, what?"

Snickers erupted from everyone in the cabin.

"Lights out now," the senior camper said firmly. "No more funny business. If I wake up and find dirt in anyone's mouth—"

"Let's do that," someone whispered loudly.

"—then you will all pay the price. And for the sake of Mom's cereal, please try not to sleepwalk any more. And try not to choke anyone with vines, either."

A resounding "Awwwwwwww" echoed around the cabin.

The lights finally flickered out, and the air was almost immediately filled with loud snores, which were soon stifled by a pillow flying through the air and smacking the snorer on the head.

The lights went on again as everyone began to argue.

"What was that for?"

"You were snoring louder than my dad!"

"Shut up! My moonlace is drooping already!"

"You want a thornbush shoved in your face?"

"Stop with the threats!"

"Lemme go back to sleep!"

"My geranium opened up again!"

"Arghhhhh," someone moaned, pulling her blankets over her head. "Here we go again."

Yup, this is my attempt at humor. Who knows what the next chapter will be like?

Please review!