Walker woke up late that morning after having stayed out late last night, dodging harpies and hanging out by the lake. There was no way he would miss breakfast, though. Between the early risers going bump before light and everyone else going bump with their morning routines, there reached a point where he couldn't sleep through all the noise. He got up, still wearing yesterday's clothing, and heaved a deep yawn. He took his time with the showers and getting dressed, so by the time he got to the pavilion, he was half-awake. The pragmatist part of him wanted to sit where he damn pleased instead of at the overcrowded Hermes' table, but the part of him that could barely keep his eyes open thought it was too early to stick it to the man. He scraped off some of his food into the fire and moaned something that sounded like "energy".

As he went back to his seat, he spotted Adrian at the Ares' table, stuffing his face like some kind of animal. He gave him the courtesy of approaching him from his good side so he could see him as well as hear him snidely say, "Don't choke, meathead." A smirk curled on his lip.