Prompt(s) from Chezzy123: Butterflies, zoos, birds, zebras, tacos
"Look at it! It's magnificent!"
"It's just a zoo, Annabeth."
"Not the zoo, Percy, the entrance building!"
"Er–"
"Wait, we're at a zoo? Like, the animal kind?"
"Oh, yeah, Grover, Percy didn't tell you where we were going?"
"Don't sound so Your-Puppy-Died, Annabeth. I like zoos!"
"You do? I figured you'd be pro-free the animals."
"Well, I am, but I like the butterfly gardens!"
"Butterfly–?"
"You've never heard of them?"
"Well, I visited a few in San Francisco, but I don't know if they have them in medium-sized New York ones."
"But–" Grover's voice grew sadder. "Do they at least have the birds? The giant cages and the birds?" He sounded six years old, and Annabeth's tone sounded like a mother's letting down their child from something they were really excited about.
"I think so. I hope so."
"I just hope they don't have zebras. They're always so criticizing." He bit into an apple, and walked away from the camera.
They sighed, and Annabeth said tiredly, "What are we going to do with him?