You laughed at dinner with your Hermes tablemates and friends.. smiling- but- they looked.. shocked! Flabbergasted! Was something on your.. face…

You looked up to see a grapevine “hologram” over your head..- Dionysus. You looked to the camp director himself in disbelief, your jaw slacked while he avoided eye-contact with whoever he could.. whispers erupted with some younger children shouting loudly.

Dionysus, God of wine, was your father— Oh gods why, WHY?! Why couldn’t it just be Ares?!