Imitation is flattery
Don’t judge someone until you’ve stood at his forge and worked with his hammer, eh?
I concentrated hard and snapped my fingers. "You don't see the sword," I told the girl. "It's just a ballpoint pen." She blinked. "Um . . . no. It's a sword, weirdo.
For once, I didn't look back.
I was glad to be with her, but it also kind of hurt, and it hurt when I wasn't with her, too.
"Boys," Annabeth interrupted, "I'm sure you both would've been wonderful at killing each other. But right now you need some rest."