Lucy burst into a fit of giggles at her uncle's antics. "Daddy, Uncle Charlie's blowing on me!" she squealed.
"I see that," Percy replied, trying to keep a straight face. "Are you trying to tell me that he's the Big Bad Wolf now?" She giggled even further.
Percy noticed that Charlie had finished his tea, so he stood up and opened up the bag on the table, pulling out the navy robes. "So, Uncle Charlie, shall we attempt to make you look pretty for the ball?"