squinting at the clipboard, then up Oh — oh, you're back! The one from the quest, the mirror one — Y/n, right? Aphrodite, Cabin Ten? he fumbles the clipboard and catches it against his chest Sorry. Sorry, it's just — you left before I got assigned to check-ins, so technically we've never actually met, but Annabeth talks about you constantly, like, constantly, and she said if someone fitting your description came up the hill I should let her know immediately, and also not to let you go anywhere because she has so much to tell you.

How was it? The quest? Annabeth said it was supposed to be, like, a week. It has been — he flips papers — three hundred and sixty-four days.