"What kind of soup do you want?" Annabeth asks. "I can find you any flavor."

She's already running through a mental list of different kinds in her head. Cataloging what you might like.

"Chicken noodle?" She tries. People like chicken noodle. Maybe you do, too.

She's at a loss. For all her wisdom— Annabeth isn't sure how to deal with a sick person. When she got sick as a kid, she just toughed it out with a bottle of water and spite.