Zephyr raised his hands in a surrendering position. "I thought I literally just said I was wrong!" He answered, snickering quietly. "A built in response from doing it too much- maybe you need to be more Sweet and less howling gales of sarcastic insults." He teased, then glanced at her with a sort of stare. "Uhhh.. I never really thought about the fact I compared myself to every other person here, and if I reevaluated with my brain ingaged I would not get the same result, but yeah. You're welcome." He smiled faintly, his skin tingling every time her lips brushed it. If he could choose, he'd press pause on this time, then remind it over and over and over. Every second he spent with Tempe was a precious memory to be reveled, as she was the first person to ever pull him out of his shell and make him reveal his real self, the one that had disappeared so long ago. "A little? You mean, enough to exchange 4 words." He snorted, glancing down at his plate as she chucked more food onto it. "I'm not even that hungry-" He protested, then reminded himself he'd grow weak and frail if he didn't eat SOMETHING. He replaced a couple of the things she had put on with meat and carby products, as he needed the carbs for energy and the meat for protein. He then went back to the table, beside her, sitting back down and staring at the far too big plate in front of his face. "There's no way in God's green earth that I'm going to be able to eat all of that." He waved his hand at the... rather average plate of food, his tone dry. "I won't be able to MOVE."

Tempe rolled her eyes at him. "The day I become sweet and docile is the day you start wearing hot pink, Zeph." She huffed, chuckling slightly at him. "Well, I think you're the best person here. If you think differently, you're wrong." She shrugged, stretching a little bit. She glared at him out of the corner of her eye, huffing slightly at his comment. "Its there if you want it." She said bluntly, silent as they walked back to the table. She settled beside him, not quite as close so this time around to give him space. She started eating quietly, giving him a heaping load of side eye. She made a show of glancing from him, to his plate, to hers- which was barely the same size as his. "First of all, it's basically the same amount of food I'm eating. Second of all, you're a big boy. You'll be fine. Third of all, just try. If you dont eat it all, the world won't end." She said drily, picking up her fork and starting to eat.

Zephyr's eyes widened and his eyebrows just about shot off the top of his head. "So, never. Okay then." He answered, giving up that subject. "I'll be wrong then. I've been wrong half- more than half of my life." He sniffed, glancing at the plate of food before him, to Tempe's, and back to his, then watching her. "I'm only 6'3! And I weigh, like, 150 pounds! That's not enough to be stuffing all that food into!" He protested, then rolled his eyes, finally caving and starting to eat. In not too much time, the plate was gone, and he felt much better than he had ten minutes ago. "Don't let your head explode as your ego inflates, but you're right. That was good." He smiled slightly, bringing up both plates before coming back and waiting to be dismissed. "Thankfully, there isn't an after supper activity tonight. Tomorrow, it's water fighting." He commented, glad when the bell signaled they were free to go. There was going to be another bonfire, and he would follow Tempe where she wanted to go... but he didn't really want to sit next to a bonfire all night. Just his opinion, thiugh.

"Exactly." Tempe nodded lightly, offering him a grin. "Almost all your life would be mroe accurate, but you're getting there." She teased, then snorted at his next comment. "Last time you said your height, you were 6'2. Now you're 6'3? I think not. You are 6'1 and 150 pounds, which means you need to eat, you idiot. I'm 5'6 and I weigh 120. I'm seven inches shorter than you and thirty pounds lighter- eating the same amount. Methinks that math does not make sense." She huffed, pointing at him with her fork as she spoke. "Now shut up and eat, you toddler. Maybe you'll actually grow taller if you do." She mocked, continuing to eat in the silence that followed. She grinned to herself at the sight of him actually eating, holding her hands up in an innocent way. "Sorry, I'm right? Wow, that feels good." She teased, standing after he took her plate. "Thank you." She called lightly, gently grabbing his hand as they made their way out. "Blegh. Sounds great. Good thing there's no Poseidon kid here, right?" She joked, half-hobbling her way back to his cabin.

Zephyr rolled his eyes. As she started arguing about his height, he huffed quietly, casting a glare at her. "I AM 6'3! Why don't you believe me? The last time I was ACTUALLY measured was when I was 15! That was 3 YEARS ago!" He exclaimed. "Granted, I was 6'2 then, so it might not be possible for me to grow an inch in 3 years." He mocked sarcastically, then rolled his eyes- again. "I will NOT grow taller if I eat a tiny bit more." He growled, although he had to admit he had enjoyed the food. It was filling. "Oh shut up." He scoffed at her bragging. "It does? Maybe it feels so good because you haven't experienced it much before." He snorted, smirking before taking her hand and walking out with her. "That's exactly what I thought. No Posideon kid- we'll all live! Well, mostly." He made a face. "Swimming in water is bad enough, but battling sea serpants? No thanks." He shuddered, not scared in any means, but he just hated water. "Where are we going?" He had let her steer, and it seemed the direction was... vauge.

"Suuuuure." Tempe teased, rolling her eyes. "Mmmmhm. Totally." She mocked, offering him a playful smile. "Whatever you want to believe." She chuckled. "Hey! There's always a chance. But I, personally, think you're the perfect height as you are." She teased, pressing a kiss to his jaw. She gave an indignant scoff at his comment. "And to think, I was being so sweet to you. Rude." She joked, running her thumb over the back of his hand. "Oh, I'm sure some people have a chance of dying. Hopefully just not us." She snickered, tilting her head at his question. "Your cabin, obviously. Where else?" She asked lightly, making her way toward the large building as she spoke.

Zephyr made talking motions with his hands, snorting. "You're right. I belive what I want to believe." He huffed, then narrowed his eyes. "I AM the perfect height. At 6'3." He scoffed, scowling slightly. His scowl was rather adorable when he wasn't actually angry. "Aw shucks, you were being nice? I didn't notice- I'm SO sorry." He wrinkled his nose, holding back another snort. He couldn't be fakely irritated for long, though. "Hopefully." He repeated with a grim smile, then shrugged. "I.. dunno. You were just taking a rather indirect route to the cabin." He commented with a slight smile. As they approached the building, he opened the door. The familiar scent and cool feel met his skin, and it was quite welcome. He entered with a slight sigh of relief, walking over to the couch and flopping down with a yawn. "It's not even 8 and I'm tired." He scoffed quietly, staring at the ceiling.

"Of course. Those two inches are reeeeeaaalllyyy important." Tempe teased, grinning at the little expression on his face. "Zeph, you're too cute. I really don't have words for how much I love your facial expression right now." She chuckled, rolling her eyes. "I just was! It's not my fault I usually admire you internally." She huffed, gently released his hand to curl her arm around his waist instead. "Sure I was. I dunno, I think that arrow might have messed up some brainwaves up there, because I am walking directly towards it." She teased. As soon as he stepped through the door, she couldn't help but smile at the look on his face. "There's no shame in passing out early." She shrugged, following him to the couch and laying down so her head was beside his, her feet stretched out the other way and dangling comfortably over the armrest. She looked at the ceiling for a few moments, then let out a breath.

"Two inches!? That's only one! Are you assuming I'm only 6'1?" He asked, faking being infuriated. He put a hand on his heart in mock offense. "Ouch, Tempe. I don't think we're on a first name basis anymore, Miss Wright." He paused. For a long time. "Aw shoot. Your name literally sounds... right. Wright. Right. Darn it all." He groaned. "Erase everything I said. We're not on a Nickname basis anymore, Temperence!" He huffed, then glared at her. "I am not cute! I am rougishly handsome." He scowled again, his dark eyes narrowed. "My facial expressions are - grrr." He let his voice fade off with a fake-ly irritated growl. "Admire me internally? Wow Temperence, you're really getting in deep." He scoffed sarcastically, though he couldn't help but grin. "You ARE walking directly towards it. NOW. You weren't 3 minutes ago." He rolled his eyes, then smiled lightly. He closed his eyes, content to just fall asleep, but he didn't yet. Instead he turned his head and gently kissed her, smiling. "I'm glad we figured out our stuff. This is so much better than arguing all the time." He teased lightly.

"I'm not assuming. I'm estimating. I'm at least 90% sure you're 6'1. Which is still perfectly, abnormally tall." Tempe teased, raising one eyebrows at him as he whipped out her last name. "Well damn, what a shame. Whatever will I do with you calling me right all the time, Mister Lucious?" She mocked, chuckling. "Yes we are, Zeph. Or, I can call you my little Zephy-pop. Or my shnookums, my angel, other puke-worthy pet names." She shrugged. She offered him a smile and stifled a laugh. "Oh, I agree. You are rogueishly handsome. You're all kinds of handsome, don't worry. That doesn't mean you can't be adorably amazing sometimes." She chuckled. With a roll of her eyes, she huffed at him. "It's not like you shower me with compliments, ass." She muttered, shaking her head.

Tempe tilted her head into his soft kiss, reciprocating it for a moment before he pulled away. She lifted a hand to toy gently with his hair, smiling at him. "Much." She teased, pressing a light kiss to his neck before she settled her head against his shoulder. "Are you gonna sleep here with me or get in your bed?" She asked softly, still curling his hair around her fingers.