Percy’s shirt was peppered with burn holes. His hair was even more disheveled
than normal. Despite that, he managed a weak laugh. “Not the first time. Your big
sister got me good once at camp.”
“Yeah, but…I could have killed you.”
“Or I could have killed you,” Percy said.
Jason shrugged. “If there’d been an ocean in Kansas, maybe.”
“I don’t need an ocean—”
“Boys,” Annabeth interrupted, “I’m sure you both would’ve been wonderful at
killing each other. But right now, you need some rest.”