The Courtyard

Oliver was a little surprised the hug, left almost completely speechless. "Uh....Why are you thanking me? There's no need for that." He says, a little smile on his face.

"Well it depends on how you define odd, really." He tells her. Odd was just something that people used to define something unknown, odd was something that was good. "I like the analogy, it fits the situation." Was that the right thing to say? Oliver mentally facepalms as what he just said, as he realizes it sounds so stupid.

Well that was a bit unexpected. Nothing was really ever unexpected for him, but this was. "My past? It's kind of a long story. For one, it was bad. My mother stayed until I was 3 months old before leaving. Her and my dad were in love. He would tell stories of her, being so smart and great. He did that until he died, when I was 6. Afterwards I was passed like a ball from family member to family member. That happened till I was 12, then my best friend tried to kill me, a goat man rescued me, and took me here. I trained here, and eventually fought in the war a couple years back. That's all, nothing special. What about you? What's your past like?"" He asks.

"Don't sweat it. And wow...Getting shot by your step dad is pretty bad. Anyway, lets change the topic! This is kind of depressing for the both of us... Hehe." He awkwardly says. Awkward, was one thin he was not, but for once, he was. But he was right, this sort of bummed him out, and it probably bummed Aisling.

"What do I like to do? Well, I like to read, study, and pick apart people. But you're the one person I have had trouble with. I can't quite put my finger on you." He admits. Usually, he could guess who a person was by the clothes they wore and the color of their socks, but she was a bit different. Probably because she actually stuck around instead of saying "screw off" and leaving him.

"Quite right too. You're the one person I don't understand. The one I can't figure out." He says. Something seemed off about her when he said that. She didnt seem as cheery. Like she was trying to figure him out. Maybe he'd said something wrong, or maybe she was finally realizing how weird he truely was. Oh well, it's not like this hasn't happened before.

"Not so much judging a book by its cover..." He began. Well, he was about to start explaining what he did. "I deduce. I can tell where a person has been by their shoes. I can tell someone their life story by the condition of their hair and contents of their pockets, but with you, I can't tell anything. It's somewhat bothering me, not knowing anything, feeling clueless...But I don't mind it, atleast not with you." He explains.

"Well the conditions of your shoes can tell me that you've worn them for quite some time, and been around the camp, depending on the dirt that is on our shoes. But that's just a guess. I suppose you could have worn them outside of camp, but from the way they look, and the color of the dirt, it means you've been here for quite some time, not a newbie to camp. I'd guess...maybe 2-3 years. The paperclip! It means you either found it, or you were handling documents. Possibly in your cabin, but most likely somewhere important. The Big House, or the Library. Probably the Library, because its quiet, quiescence means solitude, and you seem the type to be alone, but not by choice of course. And you probably earned said drachma from helping out with the documents mentioned afore. Am I right?" He asks, a smug little grin on his face. Deducing was the one thing he was good at. Not fighting, not powers, but using his brain. Athena would be proud...Maybe.

He was relieved. Oliver thought he'd lost his touch, but this confirmed he didn't. "Try to guess something about me." He suggested. "It could be fun." He tells her, the grin still upon his face. There was no way she could. But then again, impossible things are usually the most wonderful in his eyes. "Anything, anything at all." He tells her.

"Oh come on, guess anything. Base it on what you see and know about me." He tries to help out. It then dawned on him that kids from other Gods would find this hard, but it couldn't be that difficult, could it? "Just try it, pleeeease?" He try pouts.

"And that stereotype is!..." He begins, a fake angered tone to his voice. "...Is completely true for me." He says defeated. "Not bad, Aisling, not bad at all." He tells her, a smile on his face. Not just an "oh hey, you didnt screw up" pitiful smile, but a genuine one. He was actually having fun for once, fun by normal people and other demigod standards, not Athenian standards. Fun for them was just reading and studying.