“What are they fighting about anyway?” I asked. Annabeth ignored me while she scribbled on her inspection scroll, giving both cabins a one out of five. I found myself staring at her, which was stupid since I’d seen her a billion times. She and I were about the same height this summer, which was a relief. Still, she seemed so much more mature. It was kind of intimidating. I mean, sure, she’d always been cute, but she was starting to be seriously beautiful. Finally she said, “That flying chariot.” “What?” “You asked what they were fighting about.” “Oh. Oh, right.”
