“...Is this about the explosion Leo caused and Percy assisted with?” Will looked her dead in the eye, “Cause if so I’ve already told Percy how he needs to deal with it, and gave him direct instructions.”

Annabeth looked shocked, “Leo what?! No… no. I need some Mydol please… My period crams feel like I’m being stabbed with a dull, rusty, serrated knife over and over again.” Annabeth asked.

Will looked concerned, “How do you know thats what it feels like?” Will decided to ask despite his concern.

“I’ve been stabbed before-maybe not with a knife like that but still, so I can imagine what it feels like.” Annabeth answered.

Will looked relieved, “...yes… one pill, they’re in the cabinet, make sure the bottle stays there. I trust you won't be stupid, you’re a child of Athena anyway.”

“Why- Oh… you’re dealing with someone. Got it.” Annabeth noticed me, it kinda made my heart jump. Annabeth was always my favorite… she was so pretty and so cool in the books… She was so badass. And she’s real… I guess everyone is real… but is everything real? Was the entire story real?

“Yep… and… a concerning one at that…” Will gave me the side eye.

I just peacefully smiled in return, and went back to looking at the tiny details comparing the real Annabeth to the book Annabeth.

She noticed me looking at her and observing her every move as she went to take the Mydol and walked past again, “…You read the books didn’t you?”

I embarrassingly nodded, so they knew about the books.

“…What bo-Oh yeah. The books… I forgot about them…” Will nodded.

“I sometimes forget they do to. Cause I’ve never met someone who's read them, but then he-“

“They.” Will corrected her.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I don’t know, um… they were staring at me as if they knew things about me they shouldn’t. So. I remembered the books existed.” Annabeth explained.

I got a piece of paper and got a pen outa my pocket then wrote out a question for them. “Are Grover and Juniper still dating?” I loved their sweet relationship. I didn’t know if after the books they’d stopped dating and I was worried.

“…Why do you want to know that? And why are they writing out their questions?” Annabeth asked.

“I think they’re some type of mute that can talk, and… I wouldn’t be surprised if it was Post Trauma Mutness, specifically the psychological one.” Will answered her.

I hadn’t thought about it like that. I know some people were Mute… but I could talk… I have… I talked to the nymph girl whose name I still needed to ask about later. I thought being mute meant that they couldn’t talk at all. So I looked towards Will and wrote on the paper.

“There are types of mute?” I asked.