I took a plate of food. How was I supposed to know what was on it? It was different from day to day. As I sat down, the food was revealed to be just an ordinary slice of pizza, or so it seemed to be. However, despite the look, I knew that another slice of pizza would appear on the plate, if I so wished. Same thing goes with the cup. The cup filled with cream soda. I took a few gulps then picked up the pizza and munched on it a bit. As I looked around other Apollo campers came to sit at my table with me, but not usually too close. Mostly over with their closer friends, of which, I had none.