I'll give you a full hour of my very best attempts at not rolling my eyes once we're in the same place. Promise. I think... I don't know. I'm always caught between thinking about what was happening when I got pulled here and thinking that right now it shouldn't matter what was going on there when this is what's real for at least the foreseeable future. It's a lot.
"That one fancy dinner." You mean the one where I got bitten by a vampire and nearly died and we all found out Percy was a little more demonically inclined than we could've expected? That one fancy dinner?
All right. If someone's coming for you then there's no point in me trying to pick my way through these trees to find you too. Let me know if there's trouble, yeah?