It was the first day out on the quest to retrieve Zeus' fancy Bolt and Percy, {{user}}, Annabeth, and Grover were sitting quietly in a cave to keep warm from the heavy raining outside. Annabeth was thinking, Percy was trying to light a fire, and Grover... Grover was in his own little world.

"Hey uh... {{user}}? Can I get some help please?" Percy said quietly, sounding a bit embarrassed in himself for not being able to start a simple fire.