Wit Beyond Measure

Annabeth Chase. 19 years old. Daughter of Athena. Sophomore at NRU.

[owlabeth]

bastian-jones‌:

Grover and the satyrs play on a waaaaaay different league.

Not so sure about that...

[owlabeth]

bastian-jones‌:

The bitter and sweet flavors contrast each other! And it’s the same texture anyway.

Gag. You’re worse than Grover with his Chipotle wrappers.

[owlabeth]

bastian-jones‌:

I like lemon and chocolate ice cream together. You’re free to hate it.

How dare you?

[owlabeth]

bastian-jones‌:

I leave it all to you, future big-sister-in-law. [He grinned at her]

And whatever weird food combination you like, I will try and immediately hate. Purely based on principle, of course. 

[owlabeth]

bastian-jones‌:

The texture.

It was gross. Filed under: things that aren’t meant to go together.

Whatever. [She grabbed the milkshake from him.] More for me, future brother-in-law.

[owlabeth]

bastian-jones‌:

I don’t lie.

Fine, what ‘didn’t you like’?

[owlabeth]

bastian-jones‌:

Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore”. [He stuck his tongue out]

You’re lying, just so you don’t have to admit you’re wrong.

[owlabeth]

bastian-jones‌:

[He swallowed a took a breath in] Yuck. Nevermore.

What????

[owlabeth]

bastian-jones‌:

[He grabbed one of the fries and dipped it on the milkshake] I’m sorry, whoever is the god of french fries. [He grimaced as he took a bite]

Quit being a big baby! [She watched him carefully as he took a bite.] Well?

[owlabeth]

bastian-jones‌:

[He rolled his eyes] Fiiiiiiiiiiiine, but when you drag my lifeless corpse to Cabin 7, you tell Will it was your fault.

[Annabeth grinned.] Deal. [She pushed the milkshake toward Bastian.] Eat up, Jones.

[owlabeth]

bastian-jones‌:

It’s a drink. And a food. To drink and to eat, only meant to be together on the pit of my stomach.

Come on, don’t you trust me?

[owlabeth]

bastian-jones‌:

[He cringed, staring at the milkshake] This was one of Percy’s ideas, right?

Nope. This is all me. Well, I got it from Thalia. Just think about it. The sweet and the salty pair perfectly together.

[owlabeth]

bastian-jones‌:

Okay. Fiiiine. A not-as-bright idea, no offense to your mom.

Just trust me, okay? [She pushed the milkshake closer to him.] Dip your french fries in the milkshake and eat them. 

[bastian-jones]

You do realize it’s a silly idea.

Right?

[owlabeth]

I’m a daughter of Athena. I don’t have silly ideas.

[owlabeth]

You realize that smells disgusting, right?

[owlabeth]

It’s almost finals week, what do you want?

[owlabeth]

therobincastle:

It’s… It’s… not great. Actually, no, it’s just bad. Dean and Drew still aren’t back from their quest.

Oh, yeah...Percy did tell me. I’m sorry. But hey, maybe no news is good news.

[owlabeth]

It’s almost finals week, what do you want?

[owlabeth]

therobincastle:

[He finds a seat with wheels that swivels around, slowly rotating in spot.] That’s not a big deal. I mean, no one expects you to still be around all the time. How’s school? Other than the mutual ass kicking.

It’s awesome. It’s the first time I’ve really liked school, like ever. 

How are things back at camp?