None of that mattered to Tyson. He was absolutely fascinated by everything he saw. “Whasthat!” he gasped. “The stables for pegasi,” I said. “The winged horses.” “Whasthat!” “Um…those are the toilets.” “Whasthat!” “The cabins for the campers. If they don’t know who your Olympian parent is, they put you in the Hermes cabin—that brown one over there—until you’re determined. Then, once they know, they put you in your dad or mom’s group.” He looked at me in awe. “You…have a cabin?”
