Love you all, cookies for all! (::) (::) (::) (::)

Oh, and because I haven't read the Last Olympian in a while, let's assume that for all intents and purposes Iris was one of the neutral gods. Thanks!

Once I was in the Iris cabin, I was welcomed with love, hugs, and rainbows. Literally. Butch, the cabin leader, ensured everyone was nice and made me feel welcome as he created a small rainbow right in front of me. The room wasn't much bigger, but there was a lot more room. I guess it was because my mom didn't want a lot of children, so she would have fewer to look out after. Pondering that, I asked the honey blonde girl with light green eyes—Rachelle—about it.

"Why doesn't Mom have more kids? Apollo and Hermes have a ton of kids—they can hardly fit all of them in a single room."

Rachelle shifted uncomfortably. She started off by telling me the epic story of the popular guy, Percy Jackson, then said, "I'm not an expert, but I think she felt guilty. Mom was one of the neutrals, meaning she just sat back and did nothing while the Battle of Manhattan took place. I think she didn't have any more kids, because she feels bad for not helping our cause. It's, like, this is her way of saying she wouldn't contribute to the problem ever again."

That's sad, I thought. I probably would have thought about it more, had Butch, the guy that was so macho he didn't even bother hiding his rainbow tattoo, screamed like a girl that just saw the biggest rat in the world. Suddenly, the whole room was. It was almost lights out, at that point and has Butch plopped into bed, his pillow puked. Or at least, it looked like that. It freaked almost everyone out, including myself. Had, Connor Stoll not ran in at that moment, we would have gone crazy. Too bad for him our craziness transformed into anger.

Butch was really to pulverize him, but before he could, Connor said, "I came to warn you about that! Travis did it!"

"Oh. Right," Butch scoffed. "Like we are about it listen to the guy who's dad invented lying."

I couldn't take it. Fighting was not about to go down in this cabin between my new older brother and new friend. "Butch, stop. Don't hurt him. L-let me take care of him myself. I'll make sure he doesn't do it again."

He seemed to think about it for a minute or two before nodding. "Okay, fine."

I smiled, silently thanking him.

Outside, I walked Connor back to his cabin.

"Y'know I didn't do it. Really. It was Travis's night for pranks," he informed me.

I looked at him quizzically. "Really?"

He nodded. "Yeah, really," he began to smile that mischievous Joker smile. "We have to take turns on who plays what prank, when, how, where, and the cover story for when we get caught. It's the one thing we can organize."

I laughed a little. "That seems like a lot of effort to put into pranks, don't you think?"

He shrugged. "I suppose so, but really it's best for the whole camp in the long run. Imagine every kid in Hermes's cabin pranking the camp at the same time. What do you think would happen?"

I shuttered. Hate and resentment would abound. "Ugh, chaos. Please, by all means, if this stops that, continue on."

He laughed and hugged my shoulders. "You're hilarious, y'know that?" We'd just reached the door of his cabin. "M'kay. Night, Anna."

"Good night, Connor."