Meg studied them warily. “Nico, how soon can you shadow us out?” “Catch…my…breath…first,” he said between gulps of air. “Please,” Will agreed. “If he’s too tired, he might teleport us into a vat of Cheez Whiz in Venezuela.” “Okay…” said Nico. “We didn’t end up in the vat.” “Pretty close,” Will said. “Definitely in the middle of Venezuela’s biggest Cheez Whiz processing plant.” “That was one time,” Nico grumbled.
