"Y'know, Logan, maybe the Book could help here." Roman mused.

The two gods were staring into Thomas's' closet with mild confusion. Virgil had come downstairs dressed in things called 'ripped jeans' and a 'long-sleeved' shirt. He had been wearing some form of 'jacket' over it that was black with purple patches like he said he would.

He'd taken a set of clothes for Patton and left the others to choose their own outfits. He was in the spare room, talking to Patton.

Logan thought for a moment. "A good idea. We could see what would be a good choice to wear. Would you like to go first, Roman?"

Roman looked surprised that Logan would let him use the Book but nodded, not wanting to turn this down. He took the book and opened it to the first page. A sketch appeared on the pages, colour seeping in from somewhere. Keeping an eye on the Book, Roman reached into the closet, grabbing a red bomber jacket, a white t-shirt with a crown on it and black slacks. He followed the Books' instructions, wondering how in the UnderWorld Virgil had managed to do this in a matter of minutes.

When he was done, Roman checked himself out in the mirror. He had felt silly before but now knew he definitely didn't look it. Roman was startling attractive, even more than usual now. Running a hand through his hair, Roman swept it from his face.

"Ahem. Roman, I'd like my Book now. It's my turn." Logan coughed, making his friend jump. Roman handed Logan the Book and the moment it touched its' owners' palm, it was sketching in a well-detailed outfit.

Roman hesitated. "I think being here on Earth has made your Book more sentient or something."

"What do you mean?" Logan asked.

"I mean, it gives me a basic sketch but it gives you a beautiful painting!" Complained Roman with a small whine.

Logan smirked to himself. "I do own it,  Roman. No wonder it'd prefer me." He ignored Roman's' pout and rummaged through the wardrobe for the items of clothing in the wardrobe. 

His instructions, Roman noticed sulkily, were easier to understand then his own. Roman tried not to feel too jealous, he knew it was just a magical item that had recently gained sentience- okay, so he was a little jealous.

Logan had finished quickly and the two friends stayed in momentary silence briefly as Logan inspected himself in the mirror. His outfit was darker, a deep blue similar to his toga. He had something the Book had labelled as a neck-tie around his neck. A messenger bag was slung over his shoulder which he was using to carry the Book.

"Roman," Logan said, getting his friends' attention, "How did you get Virgil to stop scaring the mortals? Was it something to do with your connection to Ares?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" Asked Roman.

Logan sighed, but not impatiently. "Do you have an ability to sap someone's' anger, or make them surrender? It's my theory for how you stopped Virgil. The Book won't say a word."

"Really? Again?" Roman inquired. Logan picked up the Book and it opened with the message: CuEfUK kiCWa EInLb aI rGlTa QGt gW arIoOwS AxLeUbf rgInlA lBS hilB

"Huh, weird," Roman mumbled. He straightened up. "No, I have nothing like that. I can only help people win in fights so that can't by the reason."

Logan scowled. "I hate not knowing. It must have been something to do with Virgil then - maybe a clash of your magic and his makes him back down. Like war causes death and it overpowered him, possibly."

"Let's talk about something else." Said Roman. He hated talking about his fathers' magic that resided in him. It made his insides feel like they were burning.

"Of course. Then I have another question." Logan answered.

"What?"

"Why did you protect Virgil when we were falling? It's obvious you don't like him."

Roman blinked. "Oh, um..." He placed his hand on the back of his neck as he tilted his head up thoughtfully. "I guess, it was kind of for two reasons. One, Patton would never forgive me for losing his cousin and two, he went to try help me and then blacked on upon passing - I kinda felt it would only be right to try to help him in return."

Logan watched his friend blankly and it made Roman feel rather awkward. "You get me?"

"I get you. Let's go downstairs. We don't want Thomas and Joan to worry about us." Logan said with a nod.