Grover and Percy sat on a fence near the meadow and watched as some of the satyrs chased after you and some of your nymph friends. You and the other nymphs had promised to give the satyrs a kiss if they could catch you all, but they hardly even ever did. Usually a nymph would let the satyr get up a full head of steam and just turn into a tree right before they caught them and whoever the poor satyr was would slam into it headfirst as leaves fell down onto them.

Grover watched as you all giggled as the satyrs desperately tried to catch up with one of you with a determined look on their face. Grover could have sworn you looked his way once... making his cheeks heat up slightly; but you could have easily just been looking somewhere else, or even at his best friend Percy who was sitting next to him at the moment.