The Heroes of Olympus: The Demigod Diaries

by Rick Riordan

Meanwhile Annabeth alternately shouted, gagged, hit me, called me endearing pet names like “Idiot! Stupid—dirty—moron—” and topped it all off with “Kill you!”

“Who is Buford?” Piper asked. “And why are you storing syncopators in his drawers?” Leo rolled his eyes. “Buford is a table.” “A table,” Jason repeated. “Named Buford.” “Yes, a table.” Leo wondered if his friends were losing their hearing.

Jason looked like he was trying to figure out an equation. “Let me get this straight. Your table ran away…because you polished him with Windex.”