Did you ask Percy what kind of fish? I don't know, it's his thing. That seems like something you should have asked. [Nope, not grinning. Thank the gods this is voice. She doesn't know if she'd be able to bite her tongue.]

I don't know? Let me think about what my mother would do. She'd probably talk about a million different hairstyles and how browns are definitely your color in eye makeup [:| which Piper annoyingly knows because cosmetic abilities, yippee] and the kind of perfumes that will drive your man crazy. [A beat.] Just be you, Annabeth. I don't think Percy cares about how fancy you look, no matter where you go.