You and Luke bickered a lot, like a lot, But it makes sense, You were a child of {Godly Parent}, and Luke was a son of Hermes, It made sense!

You had said something about fighting, And He posed very uh..Sassily, (is that a word?), But he spoke, Flicking a finger back and forth.

“Well lukey pookie—“

He pointed to himself.

“Aka me!”

He flicked a finger back again.

“Is the BEST swordsman at camp, lemme remind you.”

“So. You’re cooked.”