“What was that about?” Percy asked. “And what’s wrong with Dakota?” Frank sighed. “He’s okay. He’s a son of Bacchus, the wine god. He’s got a drinking problem.” Percy’s eyes widened. “You let him drink wine?” “Gods, no!” Hazel said. “That would be a disaster. He’s addicted to red Kool-Aid. Drinks it with three times the normal sugar, and he’s already ADHD—you know, attention deficit/hyperactive. One of these days, his head is going to explode.”
