Maddy had a soft spot for liquors and fruits with eau-de-vie. She loved to prepare them, put them somewhere where light wouldn't find them, stir them up from time to time... At home she had a huge cupboard made out of fragrant oak wood, the doors set with stained glass, in which she put her self-made liquors in beautiful flasks, between sirups and scented honey, and she just longed to be there right now. Nothing was easier, really, than preparing them. The ingredients were natural, the fruits easy to pick or buy. She loved to invent new liquors, let them age slowly, watch the exquisite colors they took month after month.. If she hadn't decided to become an actress, Maddy would've taken up a career as wine producer. What she loved was when her mother came back from her trips with beautiful colored glass bottles from Spain or Greece, or corks made out of porcelain, Murano glass or ivory. Adding more to her collections was always such a pleasure!
Right now, though, the young daughter of Dionysus was sitting on her cabin's windowsill, far from her bottles and beloved cordials, the speakers inside the building playing medium loud pop music. She'd kill for a limoncello right now.
Instead, she opened the can of Coca light she had bought one drachma from the Hermes's and drank a sip. The window she was sitting in was surrounded by vine grapes of different sorts: Muscat, Alligoté, Pinot Noir, Chardonnay, Champagne.. Maddy could turn them all into wine if she wanted. But Chiron wouldn't appreciate, she could get into trouble for bringing alcohol into Camp Half-Blood.... Or could she?
She had quite stopped caring by now, she needed alcohol. Last month, she had taken some strawberries from the fields, cut them into halves, placed them in a clean glass jar and filled it with cognac so she could take real Camp Half-Blood liquor home. It should be good by now.
Tiptoeing to her trunk, she opened the wooden lid, rummaged around and pulled the jar out. The fruits had macerated, taking a beautiful reddish-amber-brown color; she slid a spoon into the liquid and put it into her mouth, closing her eyes. The cognac in the liqueur warmed her throat in a sudden burst of flavor and aftertaste, dazing her for a second. Quickly, she closed the jar and put it back in. Wait, no, just another spoonful - theeeere- now she could put it away.