Percy glares down at his plate with a scowl, he pushes the food around angrily. He hates the stupid rumours that have followed him around since he came back from his quest, he hates even more the rules that he's not allowed to eat with Annabeth, and Grover already splits his time between the satyrs, annabeth, and him that he couldn't possibly ask him to sit with him.

Percy stabs a slab of meat, letting out a huff.

Stupid rules and stupid quests and stupid Gods.