It's lunchtime, and I'm sitting with Percy at the Poseidon table. He's eating blue pizza (don't even ask. I don't know why my brother likes spoiled food) and some sort of blue soda. I've ended up with a cup of root beer and a bowl of spaghetti. Chris shoots me a panicked look from the Demeter table as Jemmie braids his hair (really tiny braid) and as Leslie puts a handmade daisy crown (handmade meaning she made the daisies grow out of thin air) on his head. I shoot a pitying glance back. Percy looks up and, with this mouth still full, asks," What are you looking at?" "Oh. Chris's sisters making him look like a sissy." Percy looks over his shoulder at the Demeter table and laughs.