My eyebrows raise as Percy goes and hands the marker to me. Here I am in a battlezone alongside the guy who's been my archenemy for years, and he's wanting me to join in some silly graffiti? What is Percy expecting here? Why am I even holding this marker?

"You've got to be kidding.."

I look up at the statue.

"Clearly, you haven't been hanging out nearly enough with Travis and Conner Stoll."

I get up onto the statue myself now and draw a bit.

"That's not anywhere near good enough. This calls for freckles, a wagging tongue, and bushy Groucho Marx eyebrows."

I hop down, take an appraising look, then nod. This is amazing. Out of the blue, Percy and I are having some kind of fun moment together. This is so wrong, but whatever.