<div align="center"><em>Abigale Norwick trying to avoid being spilled on by Chloe's 'Accidents'</em></div><br/><hr/><br/>"Well, you can write to him. A lot of our mortal parents know that we're the children of the Gods, they just didn't want to tell us cause it's kind of crazy. So he may already know that bit. But we do have a mail day. Usually Monday evenings is when it gets here. You can write to tell him that you're okay and that you'll be home at the end of summer," Abigale smiled a little. She knew that she had no home to go to. Her mother had been killed bringing her here a long time ago and for the most part Abigale had come to terms with it. Sometimes she just wished that she had some kind of family to go home to, but sadly her mother had been an only child, so no aunts or uncles, "I bet he'd like to know you weren't killed. He might even know who your mother is and was just scared to say it before," she always liked trying to give them some kind of hope.<br/><br/>Abigale waited for Chloe to come back over to the table and watched her summon a chocolate milkshake. She jumped a little as the milkshake spilled out some, "Yeah, might want to keep a good grip on those goblets. Most only summon their drinks while sitting down," this girl was a jinx or something. Abigale had seen clumsy people, but this was getting ridiculous. The daughter of Hermes tried to pass it off as Chloe just being new and focusing too much on her surroundings. That was an easy explanation.<br/><br/>As worried as she was about ending up with Chloe's plate in her lap, Abby sat next to her at the table, "England? Probably not many. Most of the Gods tend to stick to America these days. This is where the flame of western civilization is, so that's why they are here," Abby smiled as she took a bite of apple, "So, any questions?" she was sure there were plenty. Everyone had questions. Though some were in too much shock to ask them right away.