<div align="center"><em>Welcome Back Dinner</em></div><hr/><br/>Seeing that most of the children seemed of found their way to the dining pavilion, Mr. D and Chiron headed that way as well. They sat at the head table and looked out over the thirteen tables circling the bonfire. After dinner would be sing-a-longs and smores, not something Mr. D looked forward to, but it gave the kids more time to mingle. Chiron had to poke and prod to get Mr. D to stand up and actually welcome the kids to the camp.<br/><br/>"I already welcomed you lot before, but the horse says I should say something before dinner...though most of you have already started to help yourselves. I swear, no respect these days. It's all those video games and that junk food. If it were up to me, you'd all be out there protecting yourselves, but since your parents think you deserve a chance at life, you're here. Actually, that's not very true. Most of your parents don't give a damn about..." a sharp stab in the hip with Chiron's fork got him back on track, "Right...eh...Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. Since you managed to survive getting here, then I suppose you deserve a congratulations for that...good job," though it was said with a sour note in his voice.<br/><br/>Chiron coughed a little, "...zeus...hades..." he muttered between the coughs.<br/><br/>"Oh...yeah...Them," Mr. D rolled his eyes a bit, "The sons return. I guess they deserve to be recognized. Everybody turn and stare at the Son of Zeus and the Son of Hades. Make them feel uncomfortable on their first day back after doing their father's work."<br/><br/>The centaur put his head in his hands for a moment before standing up, "I think what Mr. D is trying to say is that both, Zachari Callaway, son of the Sky Lord and Clint Void, son of Death Lord, have endured great trials and quests. Both have come home to us alive and successful in their endeavors. If you've not done so, please offer some of your food to your parents and the other Gods, and if you find it in your hearts, thank them for the return of two great sons," Chiron had always been the nicer of the camp leaders. He truly cared about the safety of the children. It was his vow to train heroes till he was no longer needed, then he would die. Every day that he awoke meant that there was a demigod that needed his assistance.<br/><br/>After dinner, you are all welcome to take part in our traditional sing-a-long and make smores, but you are also free to head back to your cabins if you feel you need the rest. I do not advise roaming the grounds so late in the night, but you are free to if you wish. Just know that the harpies are released at 11o'clock every night and we cannot be held responsible for what they do. As for other things, we're reinstating the Chariot Races...which I believe I spoke about earlier...I know there were some deaths and injuries last time, but we're hoping for a death-free race this time," he smiled from under his scruffy beard, "Injuries are unavoidable, but death is. I know it's hard to ignore a family rivalry..." he narrowed his eyes at the children of Hephaestus and the children of Ares. The two always had small scuffles due to Ares having a nearly constant affair with Hephaestus' wife, "...but please try to remember that you are not your parents. Your genetics are not your personalities," Chiron smiled once more, "Enjoy your dinner, Children," no matter their ages, they were children to him. He was nearly as old as Mr. D after all.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><em>Sarah</em></div><br/>It was Sarah's turn to clench her fists as he called her a 'bitch'. She tried very hard to calm herself. It was bad enough that she was stuck with a cabin of brothers and she found herself loathing her eldest brother for the simple fact that he seemed to be 'better' than her. Now some 'lame legged' jerk was calling her a bitch.<br/><br/>Taking a few deep breaths, "It's Camp Half-Blood. You are a Half-Blood. You're here to learn how to fight monsters and how to survive battles...and now, I'm going to dinner," she turned on her heels and started back down the hill towards the pavilion. The smell of the food was getting stronger and her stomach growled loudly, "I was going to help you, but for that 'bitch' comment, you can find your own way there."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><br/>"Families are messy..." that was really the only answer she could provide, "...and Gods get bored. Can you imagine being married to someone you hate for eternity?" Abigale shrugged lightly, "But sure, I'll talk to him and see about getting you something to do. Though I wouldn't be spouting off about things needing a man's touch. Some of the girls around here would take great offense to that. Chiron likes to think that we're all on equal grounds. There are things a man can do that a woman can't and things that a woman can do that a man can't. He tries to get us all to work together. I'm not so sure about that, but it's better than trying to kill each other all the time just because someone's parent pissed off another person's parent."<br/><br/>Chiron spoke and she listened, the speech was almost always the same, "So, you want to go back to the cabins while the others are making smores? I can help you find a bunk or at least a cot in the cabin," Abigale had no ill intentions about it. She was the cabin leader. She was supposed to make sure everyone had a place, "We can also find you some clothes. We have a few other things other than the camp uniforms. I'm sure we can find something in your size or at least something a size or two too big at the very least."