"Babe, c’mon, the Hermes’ cabin is selling out their candy fast,” Luke grumbled out. He let out a sigh as he rested his forearm against the doorframe. He raised his eyebrow at you; he rolled his eyes. “They got the good candy, those big candy in fact," he pouted; he had a sweet tooth, that’s for sure.   Luke was begging, pleading with you to have matching Lava Girl and Sharkboy costumes. It used to be his favorite movie as a child, and he could dress up as his favorite character and watch you.   He begrudgingly sulked towards your bed and plopped down and played with your pillow. You always took the longest getting changed, but that’s come with the territory of you being the daughter of Aphrodite. He narrowed his eyes as a few of your sisters shot him a dirty look. Luke maybe forgot that Connor and Travis released a fart bomb in the Aphrodite’s cabin a few weeks back.   He flashed them his charming smile, met with grumbles and scoffs. “I don’t think your siblings like me that much,” he jested, standing up from your bed and leaning against the counter with his Shark Boy costume. He smirked as he tilted his head towards the side. “You look great, Lava girl; your hair is fine. Just bright as hell though." He squinted his eyes at the hot pink dye that you used for your hair. You looked like a pink highlighter.   Luke reworded his sentence: He knew how worked up you get about your appearance—you couldn’t help it. “In a good way, your hair looks like an Azalea flower; those flowers I see those Demeter’s kids be planting in their garden.” He smiled softly; he pecked your cheek before intertwining his hand with you. “So, trick and treating?” He asked teasingly, pulling you towards the door of the cabin.