“At least yours talks," Elysia said, irritably shoving a fry into her mouth. "Mine just stares. Like a cow.”

“Across the room, Nia said with a smirk, “Look at Tinkerbell going all mama-bear.”Hope snapped, “Oh, shove the Tinkerbell crap up your ass.”For about two seconds, Nia just stared at her. Then she started to laugh.”

“The man irritated her just like a rash.”

“It is the glory and good of ArtThat Art remains the one way possibleOf speaking truth - to mouths like mine, at least.”

“Ceri,” I said softly. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Her vivid green eyes met mine. “I thought you’d be angry,” she said with desperate worry. “Rachel, it’s the only way I can get rid of it.” My lips parted. “You don’t want it?”Ceri’s expression blanked. She stared wonderingly at me for a moment. “What are we talking about?” she asked cautiously. “Your baby!” Her mouth dropped open and she flushed scarlet.”

“I need to talk to Clarisse," Annabeth said.I stared at her as if she'd just said "I need to eat a large, smelly boot.""What for?”