[week six - wednesday]

[ If only she'd realized, from the very beginning, how long this conversation was coming.

Then again, if they'd known then what they all know now, the game would be a very different place. There might not be a game at all.

The Sheriff got what he wanted from them all. A fine show.

These are bitter thoughts to ruminate on first thing Wednesday morning. There's something coming today, more likely than not, she's not so stupid she can't recognize patterns. However, she is trying not to think about it right now. Right now, it is late morning, and she is making pancakes, because she wanted to try making pancakes.

She feels a little uncomfortable in the kitchen, suddenly, for reasons she also does not want to think about. Not yet.

It's only Percy Actual Jackson stumbling into the room in PJs looking half dead that gets her to snap out of her reverie, and just kinda.

Stare.

At him. ]

.... morning, Percy.

[ Assuming he. Just woke up. ]