“Bleehh!”

Grover bleats as his stomach turns, tongue peeking out from his lips. Your fingers card through his curls, attempting to soothe the suffering, gluttonous satyr.

“Ohmygods, why did nobody stop me?!” he cries. You exhale through your nose. What has his stomach so upset, you may ask? Tofu stirfy. Sally invited Percy’s friends over for dinner, making enough to send them all home with leftovers. Grover ate all 11 servings.