Before Adam could respond to what Peter had said or done there was the sound of yelling from the kitchen. It wouldn't be about Peter's ice. Erin must have long gotten that off her hands but Peter couldn't make out all the words from where he stood. Adam had heard it too and approached the door gesturing for Peter to fall in line behind him. Clearly whatever was happening to Erin currently was more important than any sort of punishment that he cared to deal Peter.

From the crack in the door Peter could hear some of what Oscar was yelling. It was about the pride of the camp and how he didn't want Erin insulting or hating it. From the sound of his voice he was ready to lash out soon. Adam appeared to have come to the same conclusion, the snow boy kicked the door down. When the arrived Erin was already storming out the back door and there was a red mark on Oscar's face. That wasn't the end of his punishment. Adam had some very strong words to say and when he'd gone after Erin Peter had something to add.

He walked up to Oscar and grabbed one of his fists. Peter's hands were naturally cold but now he let some of him power seep into them. Oscar's hand would be red and painful from the cold when he let go. "Hey Skippy," Peter said his eyes narrow. "I was a foster kid, I know the difference between a home and a place to sleep. This place, have you ever noticed that only the kids that don't have to be here regard it as a haven. Those of us that don't got a choice can feel the cage. What gives you the right to impose your selfish naive beliefs on others." Peter let go of the kids fist and sure enough there was an ice red hand print that looked rather painful. Peter turned and walked towards the doors but then another thought occurred to him. "I don't know what happened to Erin but anyone who is that angry has some suffering in there past that gives them the right to be angry, it's pretty clear from the way she acts that whatever happened to her makes my life look like a picnic."

Peter stormed out of the kitchen slamming the door behind him. A second passed and a thought occurred to him. Peter walked back to the door and lay his hand on it. Ice spread from him to the door freezing it shut with several thick layers of frozen water. Then as an after thought Peter pushed something very specific into the ice. He could see what he was doing so he couldn't be sure that it came out right but if it had then the ice on the other side of the door should read "Victory doesn't always mean Success."

Peter walked away his stomach full of food and his heart full of rage. It had begun to rain while he was inside. No, no no no, the rain all around him started to freeze and for a few minutes think balls of hail fell but as his powers streaked the hail turned to snow. Shit, he couldn't control his powers with this quantity of transferable medium around. He needed to find a place that the rain couldn't get but wouldn't be a danger to anyone around him. The Gods would probably curse him for this but he made a be line for the Artemis Cabin. Artemis was a maiden god so the cabin was only ever occupied when her hunters needed to stay at camp.

The inside was pearly white and almost ethereal in appearance but Peter wasn't really concentrating on that. He sat down on one of the beds, the water he'd tracked in turning to ice. Peter closed his eyes and concentrated, he needed to be calm. Concentrate on still warm things. It didn't matter he could feel the storm getting worse outside.