You were one of the few Greeks that Reyna had no problem tolerating.

You were pretty oblivious or blunt most of the time, so she didn't really think much when you mentioned you were from Camp Half-Blood. Not even her Roman instincts cared.

Right now, the two of you were talking at her place, while you were holding a jar or jellybeans. Aurum and Argentum, Reyna's gold and silver automaton greyhounds, sat in front of you, each patiently waiting their turn for another sugary bean, watching you with pleading ruby eyes. Reyna seemed slightly amused by this.

Reyna: "They've always loved jellybeans. I can't figure out why.."