“We’ll be here to help you!” Grover promised. “Even if it means that you two have to leave for California afterward.” “Hey, now,” said Juniper, squeezing Grover’s wrist. “I told you, don’t worry about that. Because no matter where you go, your roots are where you’re planted. And this right here”—she gestured around the table—“these are Percy’s and Annabeth’s roots.”
