BREAKFAST!!! Yum!

"Imagine how I feel." Jake grumbled. "I leave for a couple days and come back to a goon hord trying to annahilate the camp." He sipped his drink. "I wish I could have been more help, but Mr. Cowman had other plans." He said, rubbing his still sore side.

Kris sighed, "Understandable. But you were out on a quest. I was here and still lets those traitors pretty much destroy our sleeping quarters. And then on top of that, once the whole fire was gone, I was too busy passed out and they got away." She went back to eating and twisting the ring on her finger. She had been useless for once in her life... at camp.

"Whats happenin!" Ramal said, approaching the two demi gods with a plate of his own. He sat down as he realized that maybe his timing wasn't right. Noticing the aura of the area, he stuffed some toast in his mouth and stayed quiet.

"Geeze, kid! You nearly made me jump out of my skin!" Jake exclamed, glad for the distraction. "Eh... you look familiar... what's your name again?"

Kris couldn't help but smile when Ramal joined them. "Ramal, what have I said about scaring people like that???"

"Ramal," he said with a mouthful of toast, answering the kids question. Then he turned to Kris. "Sorry, I can't help that i'm light footed," he smirked.

With a swift move of the hand, Kris smacks her half-brother upside the head then goes back to eating

Jake laughed. For once, It wasn't him being hit. "Well, I'm Jake in case I haven't introduced myself before." So many new people, Jake observed. "So, in other news- how about those Mets?" Jake asked, changing the subject.

"Ouch,!" Ramal faked being seriously hurt before laughing again. "It's all about the Marlin's..or that could be a sea creature thing I got going on. I don't even know why I like them." He was rambling again seeing how he knew nothing of sports.

"Ugh, sports..." Kris looked between them and shook her head.

"What's wrong with sports?!" Jake objected. "It's like a capture the flag game, but less deadly!"

"Well capture the flag has a purpose. I see no purpose in normal sports." Kris said point-blank

"Hey guys cameron said as went and sat with Ramal,Jake,and Kris."how u guys doin."

"I just learned that *someone* hates sports" Jake said with a dramatic emphasis and glance towards Kris.

"I don't hate sports.... I am just not fond of them." Kris finishes off her plate of breakfast and sipped on her milo.

"Guys speaking of sports why dont we have a football game" Cameron said enthusiasticly since he LOOOOOOOVed football

"What, Capture the Flag isn't rough enough for you?"

"Unless you are talking about English football, you can count me out." Kris held her goblet to her face and just chugged her milo

"We could play soccer and the american football,and Jake i love football so i want to play football and capture the flag" cameron sayed annoyed

"Hey- I don't decide the games. I was just kidding anyway." Truth be told, Jake was up for just about any game... but he figured that if it envolved projectiles, Apollo cabin would cream them. And since it also involved pummling people into the ground, Ares cabin may or may not kill someone.

"So what do you say organize the game or what

"Nah, too much work. I'd get yelled at." Jake said with a meaningful glance at Kris. Sometimes the doing nothing order could be worked to his advantage.

"We haven't even had a capture the flag game in a while. There is no way Chiron would let us organize another game." Kris stopped drinking long enough to talk

Well thats all i'm really up to playing," Ramal jumped in again. That way I can have fun and get a little practice in.

(Sorry for kinda trucking along without you there, Ramal)
"It's always fun." Jake agreed. "I get to try out new inventions. I remember last time with the hookshot I made Link. Heh, that was *hilarious*."