outside that mysterious silver cabin [private]

"Well, that's understandable, anyway. Wouldn't want spies getting the upper hand." Stupid of me for asking, Kendall thought, shaking her head slightly. All's fair in love and war. As a child of the god of war himself, she should know that -- but it was a bit surprising how much she deviated from the stereotypical Ares child's personality sometimes. She even forgot she was supposed to be a violent, war-loving fighter of a teenager, anyway; she just hated fighting unless it was absolutely necessary.

She tapped Mars' backside with her shoe, but he didn't respond: probably asleep or in a food coma, either thing was plausible enough. "Does Artemis interact with you all often, or does she sort of just... hover there and look attractive? Like Mr. D, only a lot less grumpy and squirrel-hating."