Lucius had been musing about actually making his way to the girl and guy at that other table and engaging in some witty discourse with them when someone threw some food at one of the other tables.  He blinked.  Was one of these -children- actually trying to start a food fight?  Oh lord... where were they, middle school?  He sighed and shook his head, about to say something to his siblings when a chunk of watermelon hit him right between the eyes.  What in the flying fuck?  He wiped it off with a napkin and tried to see who had actually dared to throw food at him, scanning the dining hall with a scowl on his handsome features.  Then it happened.  A gout of fire heralded the arrival of a very large man with a massive aura of divinity, and Lucius nearly fell back in his chair.  He hadn't felt anything like this since he met his mother, but this was different... less love and more fire, the god's power washing over him like a tsunami.  He did his best to keep his composure and just watch but he had to admit he understood why the younger campers were crying.  This was all still crazy to him... he was Catholic, for God's sake!  Yet here he was, apparently the child of a heathen deity... the interesting thing was, his faith in the Almighty had only been strengthened by his experiences here.  After all, if the Greek gods were real, that probably meant that the Christian God was real as well.  For his part he managed to keep his cool and not appear too shaken at the appearance of Hephaestus.