Wit Beyond Measure

Grover and the satyrs play on a waaaaaay different league.

The bitter and sweet flavors contrast each other! And it’s the same texture anyway.

I like lemon and chocolate ice cream together. You’re free to hate it.

I leave it all to you, future big-sister-in-law. [He grinned at her]

The texture.

It was gross. Filed under: things that aren’t meant to go together.

Whatever. [She grabbed the milkshake from him.] More for me, future brother-in-law.

I don’t lie.

Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore”. [He stuck his tongue out]

[He swallowed a took a breath in] Yuck. Nevermore.

[He grabbed one of the fries and dipped it on the milkshake] I’m sorry, whoever is the god of french fries. [He grimaced as he took a bite]

[He rolled his eyes] Fiiiiiiiiiiiine, but when you drag my lifeless corpse to Cabin 7, you tell Will it was your fault.

It’s a drink. And a food. To drink and to eat, only meant to be together on the pit of my stomach.

[He cringed, staring at the milkshake] This was one of Percy’s ideas, right?

Okay. Fiiiine. A not-as-bright idea, no offense to your mom.