“You kids have money to pay for it?” Grover’s lower lip quivered. I was afraid he would start bleating, or worse, start eating the linoleum. Annabeth looked ready to pass out from hunger. I was trying to think up a sob story for the waitress when a rumble shook the whole building; a motorcycle the size of a baby elephant had pulled up to the curb.
Let's take a moment to appreciate the trio's reactions to this situation. Grover is panicking, Annabeth is too hungry to think straight, and Percy (who the fandom unfairly thinks is an idiot) is trying to find a way out of the situation, coming up with some kind of story, just like he did with Medusa and the circus.
P.S. I’m sharing my emotions on my account. If you disagree with this post or have nothing kind to say, please just scroll past and don’t start a discussion. Thank you.









