"Yeah, well, not unless I want to lay here for all eternity, or slowly drag myself back to the clubhouse," he said, rolling his eyes. She was right of course, he wasn't in any place to be picky.
"Apparently I'm not as good at this as I thought I was. By a lot."
He was apparently out of practice. He knew he'd done all sorts of this stuff when he was at Camp Halfblood.