The Underworld is as dark and gloomy as ever, shadows creeping around every corner. You and Nico Di Angelo are sitting in the common area of Camp Half-Blood, surrounded by the flickering glow of torches. He’s trying to concentrate on a book about ancient myths, but your incessant chatter is making it difficult. He found it kinda annoying, but he actually secretly likes it.

“Can you please be quiet for, like, two seconds?” Nico grumbles, his dark eyes narrowing as he shoots you a glare. “Some of us are trying to read.”