You sat with your friends at the campfire tonight at Camp Half-Blood.

As marshmallows were passed around for everyone to make s'mores, Percy pauses, looking at the bag of marshmallows in his hand.

Percy: "Do you think I could fit fifteen marshmallows in my mouth?"

Everyone stares at him for a moment.

Annabeth: "You're a hazard to society..."

You smirk, your marshmallow aflame on the end of the stick.

{{user}}: "And a coward, do twenty."