Chapter 8

*A/N: SHOUTOUTS!

Denim Jeans: Yea, that was Amy. Who did you think it was? Wait, what are you talking about that you'd do the same thing? Ryder knocking Sinead out?

DianaArty89: Thanks and quick question: is your name about Artemis/Diana? (I'm Roman!)

Mixandmingle: You got it!

Ok, done with the shout outs!

Hours passed before Ryder decided to come out of her hiding spot. Jeeves had made them dinner, but every now and then, he glanced up at her room. Atticus helped Jeeves serve the food, even though he seemed kind of sad. Percy finally came down the fire pole, his face really happy. When he turned around and saw Sinead with and ice pack, the Cahill's and everyone sitting at the table as Atticus and Jeeves brought around the food, his face kind of looked confused.

"Did I miss something?" he asked, waving his finger back and forth.

"Yea," Piper said. "Where were you?"

Percy blushed and walked over to the side the demigods were sitting at. He hopped in one of the two empty seats. Jeeves sat a plate in front of Percy; everything was blue. Percy smiled and looked up at Jeeves.

"How'd you know?" he asked.

"We Cahill's know things." Jeeves smiled. "Actually, Ryder told me before you got here."

With a mouth full of mashed potatoes, Hamilton said, "I don't see why we all had to come. I could've been – dang; this is some good mashed potatoes! – looking for Reagan!"

Sinead looked up from her plate. "You wanted to come, remember?"

Ian looked at Percy's blue food with disgust. "Why is your food blue?"

"See, when I was ten, my ex-stepdad told my mom that food couldn't be blue," Percy explained. "So, to prove him wrong, she's been making everything she can blue. And blue food is better…."

Percy cut his blue steak (Medium rare) and began chowing down. All of the demigods were inhaling their food while every Cahill (except Hamilton) was slowly eating. The demigods, still shoving food in their mouths, glanced up at the Cahill's.

"You going to eat that?" Frank asked, pointing to Jonah's salad.

"Take it," Jonah said. Leo and Frank spilt the salad, dumping half of it on each of their plates

"How do you eat like that?" Dan asked in amazement.

"When you're one of us," Jason said, gulping down steak, "they train you to eat fast just in case of a war."

A dark shadow fell over the demigods faces. They all knew there was going to a war soon against Gaea – and the Cahill's were not helping.

A noise like an elevator came from the kitchen. A cabinet door opened and the sound of food being out onto a plate was heard. Ryder came out in a pair of long, fussy, purple pajama pants and a t-shirt. She glanced at Sinead with no sympathy then sat down in the empty seat next to Leo.

When everyone got quite, she looked up, grabbed her plate and walked upstairs, muttering in Latin that the demigods were thankful that the Cahill's couldn't understand her.

Piper set her fork down and scooted her chair back. "I'll be right back. Hazel, want to come?"

"Sure," Hazel said, scooting back.

Atticus dropped his fork and looked down.

"What's wrong?" Dan asked him.

"Nothing…," he said. "Someone's at the door."

Percy clicked his pen, Jason flipped his coin, Leo pulled out his new long celestial sword, and Frank pulled out his bow and arrow.

"Trust issues," Jonah sang.

Frank nocked an arrow at Jonah's hat. Jonah screamed like a girl and jumped out of his chair, but his hat got an arrow in it. Jeeves went towards the door and answered it. A familiar guy's voice was heard:

"I'm looking for three kids: Amy Cahill, Dan Cahill, and Ryder Sage. Are they here?"