Finger Painting, oddly enough, held a special place in Vanessa's heart. Until recently she had often been a surrogate parent to her younger siblings, especially the two youngest, while their parents worked. And, well, one way she had often spent time entertaining the two of them was with finger painting. Feeling homesick, she felt the activity would be a fun, silly change of pace for the Demigods and let them explore themselves creatively without it being too serious.

Easels, plastic palettes, and bottls of paint ranging across the colour spectrum were all availbe; the only art supplies missing were paintbrushes, as Vanessa explained with glee you could only use your hands to paint with today. There were numerous bowls of warm, soapy water to wash hands in. Vanessa herself had her dyed hair back in a ponytail, wearing worn blue overalls and a faded grey tee, perfect clothes for painting with, while a beaten up old CD player played some relaxing, lowkey music. There was not theme, no art style to aim for. People were welcome to paint whatever they wanted, free to collab, and free to just chill and hang out.