Alvie's milk dribbled down his chin.
"Percy!" Percy appeared in the bathroom doorway, in a towel. Annabeth ignored this point and waved him over. "I'm trying to feed him, but he's spitting it back out." Percy bit his lip.
"Is that your milk?"
"Yeah…" Percy nodded. "I thought it'd be better for him, but I don't think he likes it."
"He could be used to the powder milk stuff." Percy suggested.
"Daddy, you no has clothes on!" Percy looked round. Max was laughing at him.
"My clothes burnt up from how-" Annabeth nudged him. "No fair." Percy muttered. "I was in the shower, Mr. Judgemental."
"Percy, go and put something on." Annabeth laughed. Percy flexed cheekily before leaving. Annabeth rolled her eyes, smiling.