Nothing beats a hot cappuccino on a magically controlled winter climate weather. Camp has been a safe haven for peeps who were offsprings of the Mythical and Magical Greek Gods and Titans. It wasn't their fault being one, from coming out from their mother's bellies(or heads, trust me, I have a theory). Too bad, them immortal ones do have human properties and minds as well, desires of love to be specific.
Leo was sitting on those antique chairs you would normally see at the Mess Hall. What's he doing there? None of your business. He was just chilling(or as he call it sizzling), enjoying a cup of cappuccino while staring at those squirrels that chase each other on the tree branches. Wait a sec... are they supposed to be hibernating this part of the year? Leo thought. He doesn't blame them, of course, even those furry little critters get nuts on these kind of weathers.
Leo was sitting on those antique chairs you would normally see at the Mess Hall. What's he doing there? None of your business. He was just chilling(or as he call it sizzling), enjoying a cup of cappuccino while staring at those squirrels that chase each other on the tree branches. Wait a sec... are they supposed to be hibernating this part of the year? Leo thought. He doesn't blame them, of course, even those furry little critters get nuts on these kind of weathers.