“Percy,” Annabeth said, “that was so—” “Generous?” Grover offered. “Insane,” Annabeth corrected. “You’re betting the lives of everybody at camp that Clarisse will get the Fleece safely back by tonight?” “It’s her quest,” I said. “She deserves a chance.” “Percy is nice,” Tyson said. “Percy is too nice,” Annabeth grumbled, but I couldn’t help thinking that maybe, just maybe, she was a little impressed. I’d surprised her, anyway. And that wasn’t easy to do.
