Annabeth laughed. “You know why I like it here? It’s not just the view. What does this place remind you of?” Percy looked around: the cages and stables, the Celestial bronze lamp hanging from the beam, the smell of hay, and of course Annabeth sitting close to him, her face ghostly and beautiful in the soft amber light. “That zoo truck,” Percy decided. “The one we took to Las Vegas.” Her smile told him he’d gotten the answer right.
