[It was just the opposite for her. Whenever she experienced something emotionally exhausting, her thoughts would return to her favorite comfort food. One of the few familiar things in her new life. Even if the recipe wasn't always exactly the same, it was close enough.]

[Besides, what kind of sister would she be if she didn't at least try to get her dear, skinny brother to eat something?]

How long do you think it'll take us to find it this time?

Annabeth wasn't joking about this place being a maze. It doesn't even listen to me.

[She tried not to pout too much at the thought, having been rather proud of her abilities to manipulate labyrinths in the past. They were supposed to be her element.]