To Annabeth: What do the olives say when they speak to you?
Annabeth: Oh, they mostly compliment me. They're terrible flirts.
Percy: ...wait. YOU GET HIT ON MY OLIVES?!
Annabeth: Yeah, but it's not like-
Percy: COACH GRAB YOUR BASEBALL BAT WE'RE MAKING OLIVE OIL!
Annabeth: Seriously, it doesn't-
Coach: LET'S GO CUPCAKE!