Camp went late that summer. It lasted two more weeks, right up to the start of a new school year. Grover had taken over the satyr seekers and was sending them out across the world to find unclaimed half-bloods. So far, the gods had kept their promise. New demigods were popping up all over the place—not just in America, but in a lot of other countries as well.
Though why they were immigrating the demigods over to America instead of just establishing a camp over there, Lea didn't understand.
From what Hermes told her however, that there was talk about expanding the camp, and making it more like a city. Of course, there was the argument of what city that it would be like and apparently, Apóllōn and Athena almost came to blows because one wanted Ancient Sparta and the other wanted Ancient Athens. Either way, they were all settling on naming it after Queen Hera which he admitted was to correspond to the roman camp being named after her Uncle's roman form.
She had confronted him about that alongside a very terrifying visit with the goddess of the River Styx who told her just who was messing around in Lea's head. Styx had commended her on the ingenuity of her oath as not even a thousand years had anyone swore upon her waters in such a way. She also apologized for Peitho's constant harassment as her sister was the only Ōkeanís to marry an Olympian and stay married unlike the others who either married other gods or were left behind when the Husband found their khaos-mate. Lea's arrival just proved that she was not as special as she thought.
Anyway, the U-shape would soon be a complete rectangle, and the demigods had really taken to the new task with gusto.
Nico had some undead builders working on the Hades cabin. Even though he was still the only kid in it, it was going to look pretty cool: solid obsidian walls with a skull over the door and torches that burned with green fire twenty-four hours a day. Next to that were the cabins of Iris, Nemesis, Hecate, and several others Lea didn't recognize. (She thought Apóllōn's painted gold cabin was too much, but it had nothing on Kairos' cabin which was made out of gold. It caused more than one fight between them and the kids of Hermes who were quietly literally stealing bricks.)
They kept adding new ones to the blueprints every day. It was going so well; Annabeth and Chiron were talking about adding an entirely new wing of cabins just so they could have enough room. And Lea, herself, was being hounded to do decorations which she had to explain that she was only allowed to change Hermes' cabin because he gave her permission. Speaking of Cabin Eleven, it was a lot less crowded now, because most of the unclaimed kids had received signs from their godly parents. It happened almost every night, and every night more demigods straggled over the property line with the satyr guides, usually with some nasty monsters pursuing them, but almost all of them made it through.
That wasn't to say that there weren't children of Hermes being added which look, Lea could accept being in love with Hermes, but she still drew the line at being a maternal figure to anyone the same age or older than her and even younger than her. She was sixteen for aliens' sake.
(She was also a bit pleased, and a lot flustered when she realized that they blocked off an entire upper floor just for her. She was also a bit disturbed when Hermes told her that it was more so of an altar space for cult worship up there and the old water painting that she had gotten done the previous summer that they somehow found and stolen was placed along the wall. She resolved to not go up there especially when she found out that they also got their hands on her baby pictures???)
What she was able to do was gift them all some of her enchanted knives that with the camp beads and paraphernalia from their fallen siblings in the war. They were decorative for the most part but could still be of use if needed. The Hecate cabin had a lot of them since she lost the most children out of them all.
Lea could be found around the camp, with strawberry and crocus flowers woven throughout the strands. She was also under close watch by Hecate and Kírkē's kids when they learned of her nearly shattering her mageia core and once the other magical inclined children of the various cabins heard about it, she was barely able to lift a pencil without somebody side-eyeing her.
It wasn't really helpful, Lea thought as she watched as Tyson led a group of Cyclops builders. They were hoisting huge stones in place for the Hecate cabin, and she knew it was a delicate job. Each stone was engraved with magical writing, and if they dropped one, it would either explode or turn everyone within half a mile into a tree.
She helped the Tenth Cabin repaint their entire building and held Drew as the girl cried again about Silena's betrayal. She and Eliza would be sharing Head Counselor duties.
It was no longer decorated like a Barbie house with lace curtains, a pink door, and potted carnations in the windows. Now, it was a building of subtle colors that brought out the beauty in each design. In the pillars were two dove shaped signs and an all-glass compartment that held a golden apple sitting elegantly on a pile of lettuce.
There were air filters now, to keep the scent of their perfume from plaguing the others.
(Though admittedly, they were also hiding the fact that they were experimenting with more monster repellent perfumes. The only good thing about their relations with the Ninth Cabin was the tunnels that had been found under the Tenth Cabin. It not only gave them more closet space but also made it easier for their other activities.)
Lea was sworn to secrecy under the threats of another makeover by them to not reveal the truth.
They did not have to worry about Lea saying anything. She didn't see anything. Nope. Not at all.
She had also managed to find some time to pull Annabeth and Eliza to the side. She smiled gently to both of the girls, mageia in flaring in her eyes and Salome baring her teeth and growling beside her as Lea cheerfully said: "If you hurt Percy, I'll pummel you with a shovel."
Both of them blanched at her words. Eliza blinked after a moment, sharing a look with her blessing. "Wait are you supposed to say that out loud? Doesn't it become premeditated?"
"Only if they find the body."
In the late afternoon, she joined Percy for one last walk along the beach when a familiar voice said, "Good day for fishing."
Their Father, Poseidon, was standing knee-deep in the surf, wearing his typical Bermuda shorts, beat-up cap, and a real subtle pink-and-green Tommy Bahama shirt. He had a deep-sea fishing rod in his hands, and when he cast it the line went way out—like halfway across Long Island Sound.
Lea looked around to make sure no one saw her. That outfit surely somehow went against the Geneva Convention.
"Hey, Dad," Percy said. "What brings you here?"
He winked. "Never really got to talk in private on Olympus. I wanted to thank you."
"Thank me? You came to the rescue."
"Yes, and I got my palace destroyed in the process, but you know—palaces can be rebuilt. I've gotten so many thank-you cards from the other gods. Even Árēs wrote one, though I think Hḗrē forced him to. It's rather gratifying. So, thank you. I suppose even the gods can learn new tricks."
The Sound began to boil. At the end of their dad's line, a huge green sea serpent erupted from the water. It thrashed and fought, but Poseidon just sighed. Holding his fishing pole with one hand, he whipped out his knife and cut the line. The monster sank below the surface.
"Not eating size," he complained. "I have to release the little ones or the game wardens will be all over me."
"Little ones?"
He grinned. "You're doing well with those new cabins, by the way. I suppose this means I can claim all those other sons and daughters of mine and send you some siblings next summer."
Lea blanched.
"Ha-ha."
Poseidon reeled in his empty line.
Percy shifted on his feet. "Um, you were kidding, right?"
Poseidon gave them one of his inside-joke winks, and Lea still didn't know whether he was serious or not.
"I'll see you soon, Percy. And remember, know which fish are big enough to land, eh?"
With that he dissolved in the sea breeze, leaving a fishing pole lying in the sand.
The twins shared looks and when Lea went to pick up the fishing pole, it twirled around her arm until it settled like a bicep bracelet in the shape of a sea serpent. Immediately, she could feel a healing chill around her core and the power of the sea bolstering the shards within.
That evening was the last night of camp—the bead ceremony. The Hephaestus cabin had designed the bead this year. It showed the Empire State Building, and etched in tiny Greek letters, spiraling around the image, were the names of all the heroes who had died defending Olympus. There were too many names, but Lea was proud to wear the bead. She put it on her camp necklace—four beads now. It was crazy how time had changed from thinking that she was kidnapped to a human trafficking camp to thinking of it as another home.
"Never forget this summer!" Chiron told us. He had healed remarkably well, but he still trotted in front of the fire with a slight limp. "We have discovered bravery and friendship and courage this summer. We have upheld the honor of the camp."
Lea inwardly snorted. The honor of the camp could definitely be better, but she still cheered with everyone else as the old horse smiled at Percy.
"And now," Chiron said, "early to bed! Remember, you must vacate your cabins by noon tomorrow unless you've made arrangements to stay the year with us. The cleaning harpies will eat any stragglers, and I'd hate to end the summer on a sour note!"
The next morning, their group stood at the top of Half-Blood Hill which would hopefully get a new name. They all watched the buses and vans pull away, taking most of the campers back to the real world. A few old-timers would be staying behind, and a few of the newcomers, but the majority of them were heading back to Brooklyn Academy of the Gifted for their sophomore year—though Eliza would be joining Medea who was flying in from San Francisco over at Yancy Academy.
"Good-bye," Rachel said to them as she shouldered her bag. She looked pretty nervous, but she was keeping a promise to her father and attending Clarion Academy in New Hampshire. It would be next summer before they got their Oracle back. Lea inwardly grimaced as she was reminded of that zombie, but she also outwardly grimacing as she thought about that finishing school. Please. Lea would never.
"You'll do great." Annabeth hugged her. Percy thought it was a bit weird that she and Eliza got along with Rachel, but her brother was so woefully oblivious to anything that wasn't a danger to his life.
Rachel bit her lip. "I hope you're right. I'm a little worried. What if somebody asks what's on the next math test and I start spouting a prophecy in the middle of geometry class? The Pythagorean theorem shall be problem two... Gods, that would be embarrassing."
Eliza laughed and it made Rachel smile.
"Well," she said, "you three be good to each other." Rachel wished the rest of them well and ran down the hill to catch her ride.
She and Drew left the lovebirds alone as they rode down to the road. She on the back of Salome and her on the back of Ginevre. Apparently before Kírkē left, she had transformed one of the floors to the apartment building as a makeshift stable and rest area for pegasi. It was truthfully for Ginevre and Blackjack alongside open doors protected by mageia that gave them easily access to leave and enter and kept the elements out.
Lea was one hundred percent sure that it was so not worth it, but the pegasi were free spirits and Ginevre had decided to claim the whole thing as her own space and only sharing when visitors come.
At least that's what she had been told. She was going to see it for herself when they got back.
The two of them were quiet for a moment before Drew breathed out. "I believe that I was born in the wrong era of love," she said after a while. "I mean, I don't actually want to go back to those times politically and socially and everything, but for Love in its purest forms? Yeah, the star gazing, ice cream dates, spending time together, cafes, late night bike rides, the cute things from the movies where the only thing that mattered was the person in their arms. That concept of love is what I want to experience, and you know... it sucks that I thought that I was only for it to all be a lie."
"I don't think it was," Lea mused. "I think that Ethan really loves you, but... the need to do better was something he loved more even if he went about it in the wrong way."
Drew didn't reply and Lea didn't expect her to, but she was surprised when just a few moments later, the girl said: "I don't.... I don't know who I am anymore. I thought—I thought I figured it out a bit after his betrayal and now Silena? She... I loved that girl. She was my sister and she..."
"Hey," Lea said, reaching out for her. "Fuck her. I'm your sister now. Forever and always. I've got your back through thick and thin."
"The campers think she's a hero."
"Yeah, well. She wasn't. She sat and watched as kids the same age and younger than her were mowed down by monsters. Saw them being killed by beasts ten times their size. Saw them with weapons in their hands in the one place that they were supposed to be safe, and she didn't say anything until Beckendorf was one of the kids that were killed. She's complacent in their deaths. That's no hero."
"A month ago, I would have yelled at you for saying that about her."
"A month ago, I wouldn't have had any reason to say it."
"She was the best of us, you know."
"Be better," Lea shrugged.
"That simple?"
"That simple."
"Hmm." Drew said. "You've been thinking about Rachel's prophecy?"
"No," Lea snorted, "I leave all that to you and Percy and the others. I like the present more than the future."
"Because the present is rather clear about a certain god, is it not?"
Her face flushed and a smile pulled at her lips as she thought about the certain god. "Are you sure that you want to have this conversation?"
Drew smirked a bit, "It falls a bit under my purview, doesn't it? Protector of ill-fated lovers and for a long while, was that not how you thought of your mark. I have to make sure that the two of you don't end up like Ethan and I."
Lea shook her head, eyes taking note of the trucks coming down the road for them. "I love him," she said at last. "I think... I think a part of me always knew that you know. From the moment I saw him in my dreams, I knew. And even now, I wasn't wasting time obsessing over being with him. In fact, I tried to fight against it. But it was like every thought that I had no matter what it was about, he was somewhere in the background of it. Every song and every tv show made me think of him. And even though I hated everything about being his soulmate, some part of me still loved him. It still wanted him. He made me nervous and sometimes I just felt like I was making a fool out myself and yet, he also made me calm. He made me want to be better just for him to notice me and to keep away the power imbalance between the two of us. He didn't make me want to change things about myself for his attention, but he made me want to open up and show him who I really am even in the deep recess of my mind. I wanted to make him love every hidden side of me."
"It's a bit weird to hear you say that" Drew mused. "All this time of blatant denial and..."
"Tell me about it," Lea snorted. "It's very weird to think about it and I've had what? Two weeks to go alongside it? I don't know, but it is crazy to think that just last month I would have rather shot myself that say that I love him romantically."
"You two will have to be careful also," Drew warned. "You only just got rid of those grooming rumors."
"That never made sense," Lea huffed. "But yeah, we will."
"I wonder though," Drew said. "About the seven half-bloods in the prophecy."
"I don't care," she shrugged. "As long as it's not me or Percy. I think both of us have had enough prophecy to last a lifetime." Which was ironic for her to say since she was not the child of the prophecy, but the point still remained. The What If and What Could have Been was enough for her.
Lea gave her friend—her sister—a smile. "Come on. Mom brought cookies and I want to get some before Percy comes down."
"Race you to the road?" Drew said.
"You are so going down."
The sound of their laughter echoed behind them.
Time passed in a haze of bliss after the Great War.
It saw to the blessings spending more time together and a hesitance in their relationship as they moved from friends to lovers.
Considering his responsibilities, Hermês had to set a firm schedule with his family and the other gods to develop it. It was something that his Father and Stepmother both approved of so every Wednesday and every Saturday, the two of them went on dates. Leaneíras had been surprised the first time he had shown up to pick her up from school to have a picnic within one of the gardens upon Olympos. The two of them had a good time and he even encouraged her to taste a fruit called black sapote which tasted like chocolate to her.
They talked a lot about the expectations that they had for the relationship and Hermês once more assured her that he would do whatever she was comfortable with and even then, he was not to do more as her Father had once again threatened his anatomy if he did anything that wasn't allowed in kid's movie.
They also spoke of the grief that each of them felt; him for his son and she for the friends that she lost.
"When will things start to feel okay again?"
It had shocked him a bit because while he knew that she had a bleeding heart... she established an image of being unbothered by the things around her. Still, he answered her as truthfully as he could. "I cannot say. I'm sorry, my love. I do not have a timeline for you."
She had nodded her head because she had expected the answer. She twisted one of the apple slices in her hand, murmuring just low enough for him to hear. "Dolerá al principio, pero aprenderemos a llevarlo."
"Exactly," Hermês replied. "And in regard to my Luke, I have been told that the more one suffers in life, the easier that they move into the next. I am not sure that I believe that one, but I find myself hopeful of it all the same."
Leaneíras had given him a small smile, tucking her hair behind her ear. "He was... damaged and broken and just a bit unhinged. But so are shooting stars and comets and people still look at them as good things. Maybe he will find a bit of good afterwards." She didn't agree with a lot of things Luke did and they couldn't pay her to call him a hero, but as she looked at Hermês, she hoped that he found some kind of peace otherwise she would find a way to kill him again.
She supposed she had said the right words as Hermês matched her expression, a look of awe in his eyes. "Hermosa, mi amor, lz de mi vida, mi mundro entero."
She blinked. "You speak spanish?"
"God of languages, my love."
Lea rolled her eyes, pushing him away but still smiling at the teasing sound in his voice.
And as he looked at her, he could only think that she had the kind of smile that looked as if it could make flowers grow.
Still, the days moved on.
Leaneíras joined him on another Saturday to watch a concert upon Olympos that Apóllōn was headlining and the first of many that Eliza would take part in. Not that the daughter of Aphrodítē was performing, but more so that she was to be a stagehand and understand the proceedings.
Drew and Medea had saw it as a chance for them to go on a shopping spree, one to help her find an outfit and two, to redo Drew's entire wardrobe as she went on a quest of self-identification. Of course, while they were out, Leaneíras was once more confronted by Peithō who was really starting to irritate them. She had four years to get her grievances about Lea off her chest and now she wanted to harass her. All of them were wondering if Olympos had restraining orders.
Lea had growled the moment that the goddess started spewing her vitriol and just shooed the deity away as if she were a mere animal because: "Unless he wears diapers, stop thinking you're going to change that man" and "Why don't you slip into something more comfortable? Like a coma."
And when Peithō drew back in offense, Leaneíras kept going, not letting her get a word in. "I'm just saying though. She thinks she's a bully because of what? Like we can line it up and go linebacker for linebacker. I'm number one draft pick. It ain't nothing to slam somebody's back out like a bag of ice before a fish fry. I promise you that."
"Why are you like this," Medea groaned as Drew palmed her face and said: "I see why you were in so many fights."
"I mean I get it though," the Twice-Blessed continued without answering them. "It's why I don't even condemn Aunt Hera for going after any of Uncle Zeus' side pieces. Like, we're too old to be saying that we're fighting about our respect. Like ma'am, this about my man because if it was about respect, then you'd fight the dude who should've respected you in the first place. Which means, you need to speak to him or even better, speak to Khaos and Eros? Phanes? Whatever they call him. You need to speak to them about the disrespect to your marriage because I didn't ask to be his soulmate, but I'd be damned if I let you come between us."
The concert was wonderful though she had been confused as to why Percy declared that he didn't want to hear anything about a sing-along for another three months.
Though in the middle of the month, she found herself helping save two demigods that were actually practitioners and raised as pagans from storm spirits trying to kill them. A short, blonde hair girl that was about her age named Victoria that reminded Lea very much of Clarisse and apparently did her deity work with Ares and was a very big fan of the god. She turned out to be a daughter of Apóllōn and well, it looked as if the friendship between Silena and Clarise would continue onwards with Drew. The other one was a boy named Isaac Schuster who was a son of Hephaistos that had an unnerving amount of love for greek fire, pots of glue, and sword that he forged himself even before knowing his divine origin. He had red hair and green eyes and Apóllōn did not approve of the fact that he and Rachel were blessings and threaten the boy about what he would do if he broke his Oracle's heart and like Poseidón, nothing should happen between them that couldn't be shown on Nick Jr.
Hermes did his best to keep the quest that he sent Percy, Annabeth, and Eliza on as a secret especially since Cacus could breathe fire.
While he was doing that, an old lover came to harass Lea and she just thankful that it was not Peitho. She had made it back to her dorm with a displeased look on her face when Percy IM'd her to tell her about Cacus―the pervert giant she should have killed in the Labyrinth―and about Hermes role in it. Eliza and Annabeth were just about foaming at the mouth for revenge.
Aphrodite and Athena hadn't been pleased either when they learned that their daughters had been a part of the quest and Aphrodite more so when she learned about the sewage water.
Leaneíras had returned to her dorm to find a gift lying upon with a tag that read: Solomon 4:7. When she pulled out the Bible ― she only had one because she was informed that the Book of Psalms were nothing but spells in the first place―she quickly found the line.
Song of Solomon 4:7 You are altogether beautiful, my love; there is no flaw in you.
Which put made her blush a color that was not even upon the spectrum as Drew gleefully pointed out.
It was as Hermês took her to a pottery were explained to her that it was not so much as simple as dating for them. They were royals of their realms, children of the King whether they be legitimate or not. And besides, a courtship would do well to explain his devotion to her.
He had not had it in him to tell her though of Father's threats to close Olympos to mortals. Father had not appreciated Percy's words, but in secret, Hermês and his siblings could admit that it was a bit extreme for their Father also. He liked the praise and a lot of the godlings had been venturing over to Olympos even if they were just going to stand at the entryway heaping praises onto the Olympians. Of course, tension started to rise just a bit more when during a weekly report that Apollō announced that it was almost time for Athḗnē's comfort statue was soon to be found and the favored son of Iovis scathingly stated that he hoped it was found and destroyed to make up for the curse upon his beloved line.
The two nearly came to blows, but Father had managed to stop them.
Mercurius had glanced down onto Camp Iūpiter to see the current head of said line playing a game of latrones against Iūnō's champion. He had already beaten at least four veterans at the game and utilized it to acquire funding for a few art projects around the city.
He hoped that it was the end of it for Annabeth's sake.
Leaneíras' days at school didn't seem move forward as the rest of her life. There had been a new teacher whose named should have just been Racist Asshole that liked to pick with Drew and Annabeth and some of their other classmates. Lea had had enough of it from day one and by the second time, she did it, Lea let her words fly. "I'm just saying though yall be worrying about for the wrong people. You have real deal life problems and you worried about what somebody else doing in their life. Ya kids hungry, house fina fall over, car sound like its shooting, wigs look like somebody sat a basketball under it, grandma pissy, bed room set mix match, ya toilet cover don't even match ya shower curtain, microwave don't have a plate, dog hungry, the landlord been knocking for three months, refrigerator ain't got nothing but some bake beans without the ground beef and yall in here worried about what people that don't match up to your Aryan fantasy."
She had gotten a three-day suspension, but the teacher also faced suspension and was being investigated once she snitched to Hermes who in turn snitched to Aphrodite and Athena.
Outside of that, there were also riots happening at the school. Huge riots that the other teachers had taken part in.
"Did you know Mrs. Taylor could fight," Percy asked her as they watched said teacher.
"Big Tay too tough for me," Lea had snorted. "She doesn't care how many people in front of her."
One of Drew's teammates nodded from where he was crouched behind them. "She's the main one in the church talking about turning the other cheek, but she's the one turning cheeks every way but loose."
Trying to dodge out of a flying backpack, Drew had accidentally bumped into somehow, french dripping from her tongue with ease. "Pardonnez-moi, monsieur. Je ne l'ai pas fait exprès."
When their little, short, stud friend glared and started to mutter insults under their breath, Lea stepped in before Drew could punch them. "I'd watch my mouth if I were you, when she gets pissed off, I swear she can move a mountain and her patience is a bit thin."
Drew nodded serenely, "Hm, yes. I am bit fragile at the moment. Not like glass or even a flower." She waved her hand. "More like a bomb."
"A nuclear one at that," Annabeth murmured, keeping an eye on Magnus.
But the person kept glaring as Lea peered closer, they looked a bit familiar. "Do I know you?"
Percy sighed from beside her. "That's Jazz Towers. She went to Yancy with us."
Huh. "You know. You owe me $30."
"I don't owe you anything."
"You know her, Lee?" Drew asked.
Leaneíras nodded. "Like Percy said, we went to Yancy together. She and her side kick jumped me one day in class and then had the audacity to be surprised when I dropped live frogs into their dorm rooms."
"I knew it was you," the other girl sneered. "You lied and said that you didn't!"
"Yes, well," Lea shrugged. "It was either that or squirrels or pigeons, but I didn't have enough for that which again, you owe me thirty dollars. You know how hard it is to get that many frogs on such short notice?"
Percy placed his head in his hands and Lea looked up when she felt the somewhat familiarity of Magnus' mageia pushing a shield around them.
"You're a liar!"
"An honest liar, yes." Lea nodded her head. "You, however, are the type that would lie sitting next to jesus then turn around and lie on him."
The girl just about growled, and Lea titled her head. "You know I never really noticed how many short studs there are with complexes. Mean mugging above your eye level is crazy. And projecting your unhealed shit will get your lil head bopped. Gone on, telatubby. And the next time I see you, I want my thirty dollars plus interest. Bitch!"
Of course, not all relationships were perfect and Leaneíras and Hermês found themselves in arguments especially in regard to her memories and the secret of the roman camp. She was not pleased to be hiding it from her friends and family. She did not want to be complacent with the gods' lies, but after taking her flying above it, he assured her that the secret was not hers to reveal. Not only were Medea and Magnus attending it, but one of the campers was the soulmate to not only Octavian, but to Alabastard also.
He showed a few of them. The one he pointed out as Percy's soulmate walked around with haughtiness that she had only ever seen in Drew. "Please, stop fucking with me," he was saying. "I have two friends that'll suck the memory right out of your soulmate."
And another moment was Alabastard's soulmate that reminded Lea greatly of Percy who was smiling a bit meanly at what she assumed were their equivalent of politicians because of course, their camp was a city-state. "Arguing with me is crazy because my goal isn't to win," he was saying. "It's to make you as mad as I can."
Another instance would be between them and one of their healers throwing stress balls at people before some girl that reminded her of Queen Hylla told them that it was made for squeezing and not throwing them at people that stress them out. Percy's soulmate threw one at her because her words were giving him stress about what was stressing him.
There was another instance of someone speaking of zodiacs signs and how Geminis were cool, but when their "other person" kicked in then all bets were off. Percy's soulmate had shrugged and said that his other side was nice to him and that everyone else just made it mad.
A girl that in simplicity's sake was Drew's sister had scoffed at another: "I will hold your eyes open wide right now and season the fuck out of them with some black pepper and red chili pepper flakes. Do not fuck with me."
And yes, Leaneíras could see the resemblance especially once she said: "I do not respond to threats. I make them."
Twins.
It was a bit terrifying.