Billy was constantly working on something, no matter how small he always needed to be busy. He was gifted, you'd have to be blind not to see it. And so you'd taken a sort of interest in him. He was nice, a bit shy at times and prone to getting lost in his work but he meant well. You'd taken to playfully calling him 'Tinkerbell' which he didn't seem to mind. You were almost regularly in the Hepheastus cabin watching him work.

You'd also taken to bringing him small scraps you'd found around camp, little things you thought he'd appreciate. One day when you brought him the exact part he needed he blurted,"I feel like you're penguining me."