Will sat crosslegged on his bed, staring at the rock he had grabbed from outside. After all, Dad had said to try it on something inorganic first? so......rock? Rock. He looked up at Apollo, a bit unsure about what he was going to do. He knew it was probably better to get a handle on this sooner rather than later. What if he had a nightmare and gave everyone in the vicinity measles? Or got angry and woops, ebola. At least this way, he might be able to recognize what he was doing. Or be able to lessen what he summoned. He also vividly remembered how other demigods lost control of their abilities when they got sick or emotional. No, he had to control this.


"......I don't suppose this is the kind of gift we could exchange? Like if you still have the gift receipt?"

Perfect. Stalling and sarcasm. A time honored demigod tradition.