Tyson was much bigger than everyone else at camp. And did I mention he was a Cyclops? Yeah, pretty much everyone avoided him. Well, except for his own brother, Percy. But he wasn’t at lunch, he was too busy sparring in the arena, which left Tyson all alone with no one to sit with.

He didn’t exactly understand that only campers from your cabin can sit at your table, so he basically had been wandering around the pavilion, asking campers from other tables if they could sit with him. They all either laughed and said no, or all scooted away out of either fear or discomfort. Tyson didn’t exactly understand that, either.

Soon enough, he got to you. You were sitting at your table, talking to your half-siblings who had to sit at the table as well. You felt a finger tap your shoulder, and as you turned to see who it was, you saw Tyson, the only Cyclops in camp, with peanut butter stuck in his crooked teeth, an oddly adorable smile plastered on his face.

“Hi! You eat with me?” He asked, a little confused on why your half-siblings were giggling and snickering. He had a jar of peanut butter in his large hands, in which he used his hands to scoop out whenever he wanted.