<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Zachary commiserates with Terry</span></div><br/>Zachary picked at his ribs with little interest after having eaten most of the vegetables and the buttered rolls.  It wasn't as though he had an aversion to meat or anything but he preferred simpler foods.  He was certainly his father's son when it came to his love of sea food and it had been a good while since he had had the privilege of a visit to the local Red Lobster.  Regardless, his stomach had settled and the view of the ocean was soothing.  His thoughts were faint and almost forgotten as he listened to the droning of the other campers.  Hermes' table was overflowing as usual while the Ares kids started to haze their new brothers and sisters with some rather brutal but ultimately harmless, at least physically, pranks.  He rolled his eyes as one of them stormed past, his ego and backside bruised.<br/><br/>As his eyes trailed by, he caught a glimpse of Terry, the lone son of Zeus here at the camp.  Terry and Zachary shared something of a kinship, both of them being the only children of one of the "Big Three" and having to face the often lonely existence of such a birth.  Zachary waved over at Terry and then looked down at his plate.  Shrugging, he picked up his plate and handed it to one of the serving saytrs, who was happy to finish off the scraps eagerly.<br/><br/>Zachary made his way towards the table of Zeus and stopped short of it, instead leaning against one of the pillars of the pavilion but still within conversation distance of Terry.<br/><br/>"Same shit, different year, eh mate?"