The Son of Ares had filled his plate, half tilting his head up to pay attention as the ever charismatic Mr. D gave his speech. It was the same sort of thing he always had to say. When Mr. D started praising the efforts of the Hades and Zeus kids however, he quickly lost interest. As if they all didn't have problems to overcome and issues to tackle in life. He would make an offering of food however. Rising from his seat with plate and his knife in hand, Goldberg moved towards the fire. Slightly tilting his plate and using his knife to shove some of his food, the War Leader made an offering. Having been the first of his cabin to do it, and paved the way for the others he returned to his seat. As he did, he caught sight of his sister entering the pavilion. Standing at the table he waved in her direction. "Sister, over here." In the same tone of voice he had used when he approached her on the hill, if louder to let her know where they were seated, like he said he would. Whatever she thought, he took care of his own.....he just didn't baby coddle them.<br/><br/>Otherwise, he had himself a slab of meat intended to enjoy.<br/><br/>