The two best friends were at the Armoury. They have been comissioned by Chiron to tidy it up and rearrange the necessary weapons.

As Annabeth was digging through the melees to find the missing arrows, she heard Percy whisper quietly.

“You’re pretty,” he mumbled.

She looked over her shoulder, slightly stunned. “I'm sorry, what did you just say?”

“Uh—” he stumbled over his words. “I—I said you look shitty!”