Little Talks
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Summary: There are times when Jason just cannot understand the others. Literally.
It was a moment of reprieve. They just managed to fight off the latest bunch of monsters after them, and for a while everyone aboard the Argo II could rest easy. Coach Hedge had, once again, locked himself in his bunk with very specific orders to not disturb him or else he would take his bat and bash your little teenage skulls in with glee do not test me I really will do it.
Hazel and Frank were off to one side with Piper having a conversation. Or at least what passed for one. No one was really sure. It started when Frank had lost his balance and uttered something in French, to which Piper had looked indignant and cried, "Hey! I heard that." And Hazel had bounced over with the question, "Wait, I'm confused, why is that bad? What did he say, exactly?" What happened after was Piper playing translator to Frank's French and Hazel's French, and the daughter of Aphrodite had gone so far as to provide corrections and lessons. To Hazel and Frank. Simultaneously. No one was sure how that worked out for them.
Percy was with Arion and he looked like he'd rather not be there but can't seem to move away. Arion was whinging away, tossing his head about, and all the while Percy's face had shifted from disbelief, to horror, to embarrassment, and then back to disbelief. It was after a few minutes of staring at the horse with his mouth opening and closing like a fish (and wasn't that funny, the son of Poseidon showing more marine-life tendencies?) before Percy seemed to get his bearings and sputtered, "What-? Why would – how. That doesn't. Just… huh?" And the horse just whinnied. Percy smacked his forehead in response.
Leo sat where Festus was. He was whispering to the masthead, and the dragon would respond with click-clack-clacks and tik-tiks that only Leo could understand. If one looked closer, Leo could be seen tapping something on the automaton's cheek, almost a matching rhythm to the clack-clack-clicks and tik-tok-toks being made.
Jason surveyed his friends, all conversing in languages he can't understand, and couldn't help but feel bemused. And left out. He knew that the seven of them were special in their own way, but really - speaking French, Horse, and Machine?
He looked beside him to an equally bemused (or was it just amused? It was hard to tell) Annabeth. "So, hey. I know you're better in Ancient Greek, but how good are you in conversing in Latin?"