Disclaimer: I don't own PJO.
She's lost track of time. How long has she been shooting clay pigeons from her balcony? Long enough to become a hunting expert, that's how long. Wait a second. Where's her brother? Maybe she should put the gun down for now.
Oh, there he is, playing some boring card game. He'd probably stay there for the rest of eternity if she let him. How long have they been here, anyway? Maybe she should grab him and... Is that a waterslide? Her questions will have to wait.
How many times is he going to pester her about buying that stupid figurine? Can't he see she's busy? The townspeople need that factory! And what's so important about a Hades statue, anyway? Who cares about five thousand attack points? Oh no, there isn't enough money to build the apartment complex...
One more level, please... One more level to show the others who the real racing champion is! It's so unrealistic, though. Two hundred miles per hour? Impossible. But who cares about reality while kicking some Princess Peach butt?
Okay, okay, the game's over, go buy that figurine if it really is that important... Huh? Who's this strange man? Some sort of lawyer? This stranger is not going to take them away; it's only been a week since they got here! But the situation is hopeless... There's the door, goodbye Lotus Casino. Goodbye... Platinum cards?