Peter smiled reluctantly as he took a few steps closer to them. The girl in the group was rude and Peter thought perhaps a little judgemental. He didn't really have a problem labelling her as a Daughter of Hades. The other two welcomed him without much thought. They would be harder to peg down. Peter might eventually just have to ask them. 

He took the chair that the Hades girl had kicked out for him. He knew he shouldn't be here. It wasn't safe for them to be around him, what if he did to them what he'd done to Marcus? He wouldn't be able to stay at the camp any more. Peter would have to go it alone in the world full of monsters. He supposed that uncontrollable ice would do better against them but he didn't want that to happen. Inevitably though his need for social interaction overcame his fear of them being hurt. Besides, they could probably handle themselves.

He took his seat and an extra plate and started to dish out mashed potatoes. The spoon he was using started to grow tiny ice crystals out from his hand as he was dolling himself a healthy portion. He pretended to knock the serving spoon on the floor and got a new one from the kitchen hopping no one had seen. Then one of the boys mentioned seeing him in the arena, fighting alone. How did he explain that one without sounding like a freak or a tool. He decided it was best to play it cool. "Haven't made a lot of friends here. It's hard to start a decent sparing match when you don't know who'd be willing to go a few round with you or which ones would be able to teach you a few things." That was a pathetic answer but he supposed it would have to do.