Location; The Kitchens With; Greyson @wxldhxrt
Gabriel had always been an early riser. Sure, there were times where he could crash out until midday, but for the most part he'd always had too much to do to ever really indulge in sleeping in. Even more so because of the lingering effects from the night before at the Dionysus cabin. He largely hadn't even partaken, but it was also probably the largest social situation the son of Hestia had found himself in, and it left him with enough of a buzz to ruin his sleep.
So, once he gave up on sleeping in, he went for a walk around the grounds, and ended up in the kitchen. He'd at least asked ahead of time about whether or not he was okay to just... Cook at times, which seemed to go down well enough.
And that would be where Greyson found him, hips shifting to an idle rhythm, a low hum in his throat with his ears covered as he worked amidst the unfamiliar kitchen like second nature. Whether it was a Goddesss given gift, or just who he was, the relative simplicity of the kitchens hadn't even caused him to falter. The sudden appearance of another person, however, definitely threw his rhythm off for a moment an-
"Sorry if I'm in the w- I'm new." The words tumbled quickly from his lips, nearly dropping the tray he was drawing from the hearth, French rolls just browning up on the top, the smell quickly filling the air.