"I swear to Chaos if I had to see that cursed thing once more, I'll blow your temple sky high." Kymopoleia threatens, before bemoans. "Too much. Apollo."

If she was as emotional at Helios' fading like Rhode, she would have mental breakdown and severe depression combo.

"Lord Apollo." Percy rubbed his eyes from too much Apollo exposure. "When was the time the Video was made?"

"Why asking?"

"It needs to be updated. Some info is just… wrong. Like the Chariot Race. Please. Consult with the campers or those who lived in the camp… and have them join in. please."

Apollo look at Percy insultingly, but then put a hand on his chin.

"Hm… asking opinion is kind of below me." Kymopoleia kinds of wants to strangle him. "But… oh yeah! That would do! Uh-huh. The Sun shine so bright. Knowledge and fun goes in hands. I'm a genius!" and he skips over to the Cabins.

Kymopoleia definitely is going to send a storm his way.

She hates Haiku.

At least Percy takes a detour so they don't have to see Apollo too soon.

He shows them the border ("the only thing that keep us safe from monsters" "what the golden thingy?" "that's the golden fleece."), the strawberry fields, telling them how the Camp make income ("why?" "Mr. D—that wine dude, yeah?—he is banned to grow grapes or wine by Zeus 'cause he's chasing an off-limit nymph—which, knowing Zeus, is total hypocrite" thunder rumbling "ignore the Drama Queen please. Anyway. We sell the strawberry to cover expenses." "The camp has expenses? Why? What for?" "Steak is on dinner menu and I didn't see cattle anywhere." "Ah."), then to the big house ("the attic host Oracle. It's a mummy." "Why mummy?" "Dunno. Already been that since the year I arrived. Don't bother to ask Chiron. He'll get hard on hearing."), the Dining Pavilion ("no roof?" "*chuckles* I ask the same when first arrived—turns out there's magical weather border so no rain ever comes in unless someone sends them in." "Cool!"), the amphitheater ("sing-along starts at nine." "A.M?" "No. P.M."), the lakes ("what's that?" "Naiads. Freshwaterspirit. The ones that lives in the sea are called Nereids."), the Stables ("are those… wings?" "Yep. These are Pegasi."), the Armory ("are those real?!" "Have to be." "What if someone get hurts?!" "Uh. Call for Cabin 7? They're our doctors."), the various arenas ("…let's stay away from Archery range. The slug fest over there looks scary."), the Lava Wall ("Cool!" "Not cool. Dangerous!") and lastly, the Cabins.

Kymopoleia had no idea her youngest brother has such patience. Giving tour aside, he had to constantly answer barrage of questions from mini-Uncle Hades, Sunshine Edition.

"So you're Poseidon's Son."

"Yeah."

"Can you surf?"

"Never try. The beach doesn't have that good wave."

"Oh. Can you swim?"

"That's kinda given."

"Can you breathe underwater?"

"Yep."

"Can you talk to fish?"

"Fish and horses."

"Whale? Sharks? Zebra? Donkey? Giraffe?"

"Yes, yes, yes dunno, dunno. I'll let you know after I visit zoo."

"Did you grow tail when you're in water?"

"…no?"

"You have entire cabin for yourself?"

"Unless my brother come back from the Forges. Uh. Tyson. He's a Cyclops—like a monster—but good. Really good."

"One-eyes right? I've read about them! Cyclops have—"

Oh. Kymopoleia like this one. She has some Mythomagic collection but lack of playmates. Though with situation like now, she doesn't have anyone to play with. Or time to play.

When they passed the Cabin 7, Kymopoleia raised an eyebrow at Apollo surrounded by his children.

Looks like someone use Percy's suggestion as loophole around the Ancient Law.

So long the end result doesn't make Kymopoleia want to gouge out her own eyeballs, she doesn't care what her cousin is up to.

Speak of cousin, her recently resurrected cousin, Thalia (and a part of Kymopoleia is endlessly intrigued because—pine. And Thalia is Zeus's daughter. Supposedly Zeus turns her into tree to save her life, why Pine Tree and not Oak? Oak is Zeus' sacred plant. Pine is Poseidon's), comes up and ask Percy what he's been up to. Percy introduces the siblings to them, and gleefully handed over Nico to Thalia so she answers the questions instead.

Meanwhile Percy sneaks to the Cabin 11.

"Hey, Stolls. A moment?" he called in.

The matching imps marched to Percy.

"Hi Percy."

"What's up?"

Percy looks inside and mused, "uh, not being rude or the stuff, but, do you have room for two more campers? Because, I pick up two from my school. Uh. Ex-school?"

The imps look amused/intrigued.

"Geez Percy. Taking over Satyr's job, now?"

"Shut up Connor. It's just coincidence that they go to same school as me and in line of fire. I thought monster are honing onto me turns out, that's just half of it. Ugh. I have so much respect to Satyrs protector if they deals with this shit." Percy grumbles. "Anyway? You have spot?"

"Yeah. We're in Winter so only year-rounder here."

"But come summers and we're full… again. Maybe. Depends if we have newbie or not."

Ah yes, Kymopoleia remember. Her mother used to mutter stuff about packed sardine and Hermes Cabin.

Percy frowned. "I… see…" He spoke. "Look. I'm not sure about the rules here, but the two newbies? They're siblings and I know them well. You didn't mind if I take over host duty and let them stay in my cabin instead, right?"

The imps look at each other.

Kymopoleia can see hurt flashed in their eyes.

"Geez Percy. You never offer us to stay in your Cabin."

"Yeah. What gives?"

Percy glares. "Maybe if you weren't pulling dick moves and ostracized me as soon as I've been claimed, despite previously treat me like buddy. Or last year where you're joining "making fun of Percy and his Cyclops Brother" bands."

Awkward silence ensues.

"Oh." Percy's eyes widened. "I—I'm sorry. I don't—fuck. That's was rude. I-I'm sorry. I really, really am sorry."

Sorry? Kymopoleia rolled her eyes. Hard. If anything, her brother has EVERY RIGHT to be bitter. She had only heard second-hand explanation from local naiads, but it was clear that the camp didn't treat him the way he deserves.

"No, Percy. You-you were right. That was fucked up. We were dick."

"Yeah. You… you don't deserve that. We should know how it felt more than anyone…except the Unclaimed kids…"

See?

You're in the right to be bitter, dear little brother.

Percy sighed.

"Even if I am, it was just wrong to lash out on you." Geez. Stupid morals. In ancient times, he would get away with maiming or even murder. "Look. I just, don't want Nico or Bianca be squeezed in. and maybe, if your Cabin is start to get over capacity, uh, let me know. I think I can lend some unused bed."

Tck.

He's just like Rhode. Too kind for his own good.

"That… was really nice."

"Thanks Perce."

"You're welcome."

Kymopoleia was glad they were over the tour, and Percy led their cousins to Cabin 3.

Home away from home.

"You have a fountain inside the cabin?!"

Huh. Oh. Looks like dad give an early Christmas present.

"Seems like someone installing it." Mused Percy. He then notices something. "Oh right. I almost forgot. We demigods don't use cellphones. They say it attracts monsters to us."

The girl frowned. "That's… troublesome. How do you call people, then?"

"By Iris Messaging!" Percy grinned and pull a drachma from the bottom of fountain. "Let me show you how it done."