Amos knows you— a Greek demigod, a child of some minor god, an underworld deity or a Muse, maybe.

But you’re dating either his niece or his nephew. Or maybe one of the initiates at Brooklyn House that he sees as his nieces and nephews.

You had been invited to visit with a few other demigods and initiates to walk around the First Nome.

Amos recognised you— you were a particularly kind, sweet young demigod who was a little quiet but not in anyway mean or an uncomfortable presence.

“So… Who are you dating? There’s.. Lots of young people i consider nieces and nephews, who aren’t related to me and my family.” You two are stood in the War Room, away from prying eyes and ears.

What a turn of events.