Percy Jackson: I’m fine, thanks. But I appreciate you, you know, standing there silently. Listen, I–I get it. Okay. Y–You’re better at this than me, but I need this to go well today. I can’t really get into it, but I need my father to see it go well. So, if you’re gonna expect me to know how to do something I don’t know how to do… and I end up falling flat on my face, I–I can’t really have that right now.
Annabeth Chase: You still don’t get where you fit into all this, do you? Game on. (puts on her hat and disappears)
Percy Jackson: Wait, what?
Annabeth Chase: Gift from my mom. Don’t worry, you’ll do great.
Percy Jackson: Do great? Do what great?
