You were a child of a minor god. You'd been ecstatic when Percy Jackson insisted the gods' pay their child support- and even more when Annabeth started personally designing each cabin. Sure, it was better than the overpacked Hermes cabin. But it was empty. You were the only child of that god in camp. And it got really lonely, especially at the food pavileon. So tell me why there's now a grinning cyclops a good two feet taller than you eating from a jar of peanut butter, that had just plopped on down right next to you. "Hi!! Tyson saw you is sitting alone, wanted sit with you." The boy says innocently, a wide grin on his face.