"And this, Callie, is where
Festus started!" Leo exclaimed.

"Do not call
me 'Callie'." Calypso shot him a look.

"Whatever you
say, Lypso."

She shot him
another death glare.

"So
anyways," Leo continued, leading her further inside Bunker Nine. "I
found this place after I saved Festus from the trap my brothers and sisters
made."

Calypso looked
confused. "Why would they trap him?"

"Well,"
Leo said. "At first, he was good until Beckendorf died. Then he went a
little ‘cray-cray’ and burned the camp and hid into the woods. Then I came
along with my awesome and totally amazing fire skills, and fixed the bad boy
up. Even gave him wings."

Then Leo began
describing Festus during his quest with Jason and Piper, like how he got a
little frozen in Boreas' place, when Khione the ice babe froze his hard-drive,
and how he got destroyed save for his head. At that last part he started
getting emotional and turned away so Calypso couldn't see.

He coughed and
showed her the drawing he made when he was a kid and Hera was a crazy old
baby-sitter who liked putting little boys into fireplaces.

Calypso nodded and
seemed very interested in everything he told her. He liked the way her eyes
widened when he told her about the many ways he almost got killed (and
temporarily turned to gold) and the amazement she showed when he told her about
the times he saved Jason and Piper with his mechanics. Gods, she was cute.

Leo was in the
middle of telling her about crashing from the sky and onto her island when he
heard the horns signaling dinner. It was that late already? With his ADHD, time
sped up when he was having fun. But anyways, he took her to the dining area.

When they got
there, both were famished.

"The plates
give you any food you want to eat, and the drinks give you any beverage unless
it's alcoholic." He wished he could have invented it, but it was obviously
magic, not mechanic.

"That's
cool." Calypso said. "So what is the fire for? The one that people
throw food into."

"Oh, that's a
sacrificial fire. You burn an offering to your godly parent or whatever god or
goddess you are thankful to."

Calypso made a
face. "Ugh, an offering to the gods?" That's right, Calypso was mad
at the gods for her unfair punishment on Ogygia. Leo was mad at the gods for
that too, but then he wouldn't have met Calypso.

"Meh,"
Leo snorted. "Oh, well. Let's eat, I'm starved!"

Leo ate some
really good enchiladas. Calypso didn't eat much except for an egg salad
sand-which. He scooted closer to her. "Only egg-salad?"

Calypso shrugged.
"I like eggs and salad and bread."

Leo laughed.
"Here, try this." He held the enchilada to her face.

She looked at it
uncertainly, but bit into the food. She chewed and nodded. "It's
good."

Leo grinned and
said, "Yep. Now lemme have s bite of that." He gestured to the egg
salad sandwich.

Calypso shook her
head. "Nope."

"Not
fair," Leo pouted. "I gave you some of my food! And you still owe me
for saving you! How 'bout another kiss?"

She laughed.
"Not a chance, scrawny," but she pecked him on the cheek. He smirked.

"That all ya'
got?"

"That's all
you're gonna' get. And that didn't happen either."

"Whatever you
say, Callie-Lypso."

She elbowed him.

"Ouch!
Hey!"

So with many
"Good-bye’s” and "See you later’s, they flew back to their place,
warmed in the cold night by Festus' heat.

When they got there,
they walked Festus into the shed and climbed the stairs to their own rooms.

"Night,
Calypso." He said.

"Good-night,
Leo." She said. "Today was fun. I like your camp."

And to bed they went. Leo didn't have a single nightmare that
night.