"I got an IM today," Annabeth said as she did the dishes.
"Yeah? What was it?" I asked, struggling to figure out where the last piece of a My Little Pony puzzle went.
"It's about Logan. He went on a quest."
I sighed, giving up on my search. "I told him not to! I told him to give Chiron a note! I even told him I'd let him ride Blackjack if he was good!"
Annabeth sighed. "You really think he gave that note to Chiron?" She put down the bowl she was drying. "Are you an idiot?"
"I've been told as much."
"Anyway, that's not even the half of it. Apparently there's this guy named Triton-"
"-aw, I hate that guy-"
"-and he's holding Logan hostage."
I stood up, nearly spilling my Sunny D onto the clean carpet, My Little Pony pieces flying everywhere. "wHAT?"
"Yeah. Chiron wants us to help get him back."
"Why can't the campers do it? Isn't it their job to risk their lives to save idiot children?" I groaned.
Annabeth glared. "There isn't any other Poseidon kids, so you're the only demigod on the planet qualified to do this, and I'm his mother." She closed the dishwasher. "You'd think you'd be a bit more excited to save your son from an angry homicidal god."
I shrugged. "Triton is a wuss, he wouldn't try anything."
"Your family is screwed up."
"So is yours."
Annabeth rolled her eyes. "Anyway, we're leaving tomorrow morning."
I sat up again, this time actually spilling my Sunny D. "Excuse me?"
"Percy! I just cleaned the carpet!" Annabeth shrieked, glaring at me.
"Oh, please," I scoffed, glancing over at the carpet. The liquid part slowly evaporated away, leaving a bright orange stain on the white. Annabeth's glare deepened.
I shrunk down. "Oops," I said, then darted to my room.
"Persius Jackson, I swear-"
"Swearing is bad!"
Annabeth groaned, and I could hear her facepalm.
"This is gonna be great," she mumbled.