“Good luck, boss. Don't let'em turn you into horse meat! (Blackjack)”

“Blackjack," Percy said, "this is Piper and Jason. They're friends."The horse nickered."Uh, maybe later," Percy answered.Piper had heard that Percy could speak to horses, being the son of the horse lord Poseidon, but she'd never seen it in action."What does Blackjack want?" she asked."Donuts," Percy said. "Always donuts.”

“Hey, why do pegasi gallop as they fly, anyway?"Blackjack whinnied. Why do humans swing their arms as they walk? I dunno, boss. It just feels right.”

“Percy: "Hey, why do pegasi gallop as they fly, anyway?"Blackjack: "Why do humans swing their arms as they walk? I dunno, boss. It just feels right.”

“Fascinating," he said. "Such maneuverability! How does the wingspan compensate for the weight of the horse's body, I wonder?"Blackjack cocked his head. Whaaaat?”

“Get closer," I told Blackjack. "I need to talk to the statue."Now I'm sure you've lost it, boss, he muttered, but he flew as close as he could, dodging the flying statue.”