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Percy,“ Annabeth said, “that was so-”

“Generous?” Grover offered.

Insane,” Annabeth corrected. “You’re betting the lives of everybody at camp that Clarisse will get the Fleece safely back by tonight?”

“It’s her quest,” I said. “She deserves a chance.”

“Percy is nice,” Tyson said.

“Percy is too nice,” Annabeth grumbled, but I couldn’t help thinking that maybe, just maybe, she was a little impressed. I’d surprised her, anyway. And that wasn’t easy to do.

—  Rick Riordan, The Sea of Monsters