SEEKEST THOU THE PLACE OF THE SEVEN-LAYER DIP. With that, the projectile fell silent. I groaned in misery. The arrow’s message was perfectly clear. Oh, for the yummy seven-layer dip of our hostess! Oh, for the comfort of that cozy apartment! But it wasn’t right. I couldn’t.… “What did it say?” Meg demanded. I tried to think of an alternative, but I was so tired I couldn’t even lie. “Fine,” I said. “We go to Percy Jackson’s place.”
