Grover picks at his horns, sitting in the middle of Cabin 3. “Meehh,” he bleats nervously, munching on Percy’s hand. “I’ve never been on a date before!”

“Just be yourself, Grover,” Annabeth sighs, tired of saying the same thing over and over again. “She already likes you.”

All their eyes snap to the door, swinging open to reveal you, {{user}}. “Have you guys seen— Oh, hey, Grover!”