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[center][color=silver][h1]Simon Riddle[/h1][/color][/center]
[center][color=silver][h2]Camp Half-Blood ~ The Cabins[/h2][/color][/center]

"Syleste, I'm not your babysitter or your keeper. You're old enough to drink within the Camp, no? Sometimes you must make your own decisions...and forgo asking permission if you're old or acute enough to make them. However, for the sake of keeping the peace," Simon paused to take the can from her light grasp, holding it aloft in his right hand. 

Releasing his cane, (which remained standing even without leverage) Simon let his left hand hover above the can for a few moments, his fingers twitching ever so slightly. A distortion of the air appeared around the can, rendering it completely intelligible to sight as it appeared to...shift. Stuck between this world or somewhere else. Eventually the mist cleared, and while Syleste could not see the apparent change, the can now resembled an innocent Coca-Cola. 

"This should hopefully deter any potential negativity." Simon noted calmly, placing the can back into her hand. "Now then, let's go, shall we? I'd like to be fashionably late, if possible. Waving a hand over his own body, Simon's outfit changed to something more [url=http://i.huffpost.com/gen/1006172/thumbs/o-ONCE-UPON-A-TIME-MAD-HATTER-SPINOFF-facebook.jpg]fashionable[/url], consisting of a double-breasted sport coat and waistcoat complete with a scarf tucked neatly into the collar. 

Picking up his cane once again, Simon dusted off his new outfit before beginning the trek to the Hephaestus cabin, being sure to call after Syleste to grab her attention as he did so.