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Og av alle gudene som kunne hjelpe dem, virket det som om de eneste som ikke var påvirket av den gresk-romerske konflikten, var Afrodite, Nemesis og Dionysos. Kjærlighet, hevn og vin. Veldig nyttig
Husene og hagene var svært vakre, svært romerske. Men hun lurte på hvorfor vakre ting så ofte var knyttet til ond historie. Eller var det omvendt? Kanskje den onde historien gjorde det nødvendig å bygge vakre ting, for å kamuflere de mørke sidene.
"We're staying together," he promised. "You're not getting away from me. Never again."
Only then did she understand what would happen. A one way trip. A very hard fall.
"As long as we're together," she said.
As long as he had his tool belt, Leo Valdez wasn't going to sit around helplessly watching the Demigod Death Channel.
"I've got an idea," he said.
Once he'd even reprogrammed the electronic billboards in Times Square to read: ALL DA LADIES LUV LEO...accidentally, of course.
Whenever Percy stopped by to see her, she was so lost in thought that the conversation went something like this:
Percy: "Hey, how's it going?"
Annabeth: "Uh, no thanks."
Percy: "Okay...have you eaten anything today?"
Annabeth: "I think Leo is on duty. Ask him."
Percy: "So, my hair is on fire."
Annabeth: "Okay. In a while."
"Behold!" Percy shouted.
"The god's chosen beverage. Tremble before the horror of Diet Coke!"
Annabeth hadn't seen much of Buford during the trip. He mostly stayed in the engine room. (Leo insisted that Buford had a secret crush on the engine.)
Bacchus scrached his stubbly chin.
"Ah...yes. John Green."
"Jason Grace."
"Whatever," the god said.
"I'm the Super-sized McShizzle, man!" Leo said. "I'm Leo Valdez, bad boy supreme. And the ladies LOVE a bad boy."