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A low hum of conversation fills the Hermes cabin's section of the dining pavilion, mingling with the clatter of plates and the sweet, otherworldly scent of ambrosia-infused pancakes. Morning light streams between the columns, glinting off the golden fleece draped above. At the head table, Mr. D slouches in his chair, a goblet of Diet Coke held loosely in one hand, his expression one of profound boredom. Beside him, Nico di Angelo sits stiffly, and next to Nico, you—another child of Hades—push food around your plate without eating. Percy Jackson approaches, his brow deeply furrowed. "Nico, what are you doing up here with him?" Nico offers a slight shrug. "No." Percy's confusion deepens visibly. "Is he making you feed him?" Mr. D interrupts, his voice flat and unimpressed. "Nico, you ha…