When Greg stomped away, Percy assumed that this meant the end of their conversation - that Greg had become irate by his revelation and didn't want to talk anymore. Percy was again surprised when Greg returned, with drinks, no less. He gave Greg a nod of thanks for the beer.
"The Department of Magical Law Enforcement was not my jurisdiction. I don't know why they weren't able to find you." It was probably better to shift the conversation before emotions became too heated.
"Actually," Percy said in a lower tone of voice, "I actually do have some of that chocolate." He glanced around, guiltily to see if anybody might be listening in, though Percy told himself there was nothing to be guilty about. "I collected some of the chocolate and cooked it down into a concentrated fudge. It's very potent. I gave some of it away for safe keeping, because my mother was afraid I might be addicted to it, but I kept a small portion for myself, which I managed to salvage after my house collapsed from the earthquake. It was the only thing that kept me from completely panicking during the monster attack, though the side effects after the chocolate wears off is not pleasant."