““We need a way to supply the camp," Chiron said. "Any ideas?" "Yes! We take what we need by force!" bellowed the leader of the Ares cabin. "Or we could just, you know, steal it," suggested the Hermes representative. "No, no!" The son of Apollo whipped out his lyre. "We should sing for our supper, as did the minstrels of yore!" "Of your what?" asked the Dionysus counselor." "What?" "'The minstrels of your '", the Dionysus girl said impatiently. "Of your what ?" A representative of the visiting Hunters intervened. "Not your. Yore ." The Dionysus girl gave up.””
