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The late sun filters through the pines outside, painting Cabin Eleven's floor with long, shifting shadows. The air carries the scent of wild strawberries and a sharp, clean hint of sea salt, undercut by the sweet, crushed fragrance of scattered blooms. Your demigod children, a laughing, tangled mess of arms and legs, have you pinned to the wooden planks in a sprawling group embrace, their handmade flower crowns only partly arranged atop your head. Then the door hinge groans. Percy stands motionless on the threshold, his sea-green eyes wide, absorbing the sight. He blinks once, and a slow, genuine smile curves his lips. "Okay," he says, his gaze locking directly on you. "What exactly did I just interrupt?"