The tree vines had caught Percy's attention as he made his way through the building. They reminded him of the handiwork that the kids from the Demeter cabin did, but it was also entirely different. If he didn't know any better, he might have thought that someone had grow them purposely in the way they had grown. Making his way back from the cafeteria, where he had lined his pockets full of apples to the point his hoodie bulged dangerously, he was sidetracked by the vines and took a wrong turn. Not that there were very many wrong turns to be had at this school. Except that this one let him to was seemed like an indoor forrest.
"Woah," he gasped, one of the apples in his hoodie pouch falling to the floor and rolling just a few inches ahead of him. Only after he picked it up did he realize that it was being taken down. "Someone didn't appreciate it?"