Oliver laughed softly. Percy was right, if there had been a broom no one could have talked Oli out of taking it for a little trip. From a very young age Oli had ignored hunger and sleepiness in order to fly and his mother had occasionally had to wrestle him off his broom so she could sit him down at the dinner table. "Aren't you lucky?" Oli said and nudged him in the side. "But you know, you could always just leave me here if you got to hungry."
Without a broom there was little sense in staying, so Oli put a hand on Percy's elbow and stirred him back towards the path they had come on. By now Oli felt a distinct tugging in his stomach, informing him thta it was about time to get something to eat.