Percy hadn't expected to be questioned about the museums, and did a double-take, his ears turning pink. "Oh, I like them all, really," he told her, and hoped that might suffice. "Particularly the, ah, Roman exhibits."
He wondered if Romans were trained to look for signs that people might be lying and pushed the thought away quickly. It didn't matter. Not visiting the museum was hardly a crime.
He picked up his orange and tapped it with his wand so that the rind would peel away with ease. "Do you? How long have you played?" He couldn't play an instrument, and if you asked the twins, he couldn't sing either, but that was neither here nor there. He didn't mind cooking, though, and nodded a bit. "I like to cook, too," he said. "When I get the chance. It depends on my schedule."