The girl took no head of Peter's warning about frostbite. He hadn't been joking. He could feel that it was already minus ten degrees Celsius and still dropping. He had a sense that it would settle around minus forty but that wasn't a temperature that any camper without an ancestor in ice should be dealing with.

The girl took a seat next to Peter. "Oh you poor thing..." She caught his eyes and her voice was warm and inviting like the warmest summer's day, it stirred an early memory of the smell of apple pie on a warm on a summer's day just starting to turn to autumn. He remembered a woman in a yellow kitchen setting a pie on the windowsill to cool. Peter bit down on his lip and the memory vanished. Perhaps it was just the nervous tick but he had the strange feeling that the girl opposite him was using charm speak. She looked to be a child of Aphrodite after all. The mild pain kept him centered.

She brushed the tears away from his face. They froze on her fingers but she didn't seem to take any notice. She smiled sweetly. "I'll tell you a secret...The cold doesn't really bother me. Some of my family? Now, they can unleash a frozen hell like that!-..." She snapped her fingers and the sound reverberated around the cabin. "And that's for something as simple as borrowing a toga without asking..! They are so touchy..."

The girl had to be talking about the gods. She must have been one of the demigods that had more contact with them. She had to be in order to refer to them as family, something that most demigods only applied to there immediate parent and only very grudgingly.

Peter though about telling the girl what was troubling him. He could talk about what had happened with Erin and why that had been such a big deal. He could have talked about Marcus and his untimely demise. He could have talked about his isolation within the camp. There were a thousand different thoughts that ran through his head constantly that fueled this storm but could he really confide about any of it to her. She was a child of Aphrodite. They weren't known for there caring and while exceptions weren't uncommon he couldn't be sure that this one wasn't just looking for the latest gossip. Whatever else she seemed a bit air headed.

She fetched a blanket from another bed and wrapped it around his shoulder. In reality neither of them should really be here, let alone messing with the place settings. Artimas' cabin was sacred. "Now, why don't you take a deep breath dear and tell Jessie what's troubling you..." she said sweetly pulling his hair back from his face so she could see him properly. "You never know, I might just be able to help you out." Jessica, that was her name and while Peter found it a little creepy how she referred to herself in the third person he could use someone to talk too. What was he thinking, of course he was thinking selfishly. She shouldn't stay here. He didn't want to be the cause of someone else's frostbitten death.

"Just some trouble at lunch, the storm will calm itself eventually. You really shouldn't stay here. I don't think you understand just how cold it is going to get. He placed his hands forward and closed them. When he opened his palms a little ice made ballerina was sitting on his palms. It wasn't really using his powers that caused him problems, it was stopping once it had begun. "It's going to get so cold in here that water will freeze in minutes. I'll be okay but I don't think it's healthy for you to be here."