forum Percy Jackson!

Started January 14, 2019 by @Hawkeye

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“You don’t know the lengths short people go to to get things. I will climb as much as I need to.”

“Bold of you to assume I won’t carry you out of here if I have to,”

“Dude, I swear to the gods, if you try nd Carry out of here, I will hurt you.”

"Why would you want coffee? It's just bean juice… Tea's much better.

“Precisely!” Trenton perked up at Blair’s remark. “See, dwarf! Blair agrees with me.”

“Tea? You mean leaf water?”

“She is a fiend. A heathen child.” Trent explained to Blair, sticking his tongue out at Lydia afterwards.

Lydia stuck her tongue out back, saying, “you’re just mad ‘cause you know I’m right.”

“Tea has been around for thousands of years. It was the drink of kings, emperors, and noblemen. Your bean juice is worthless.”

"But." Blair continued. "Hot cocoa reins above them all. Chamomile and honey tea coming in second."

“Yeah, ok, hot cocoa is the clear winner in the battle of drinks.” Lydia said, adding under her breath, “Quickly followed by tequila.”

“I haven’t had hot cocoa since I was little.” Trent seemed amused by Blair’s assertion. “And what did I say about you drinking? Don’t joke like that!”

“Sorry.” Lydia winter at Blair.

*winked

Trenton rested his head back on the table, slightly agitated now. However, he was too tired to put up a good argument at the moment.

“I’m kidding, Trent.” Lydia said, putting her hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t joke about that.” He scolded gently, frowning a bit for good measure.

“It’s either laugh about it or cry about it.” Lydia replied simply. “I’ll try not to say anything though.”

“Talking about it isn’t the issue. It’s the normalising it for yourself that’s the issue.” Trenton sat up to look at Lydia, his eyes filled with concern.

“Really, it’s not a thing that happens often. I’ve been drinking about three times in my entire life.” Lydia says, not sure how to make Trent understand that she wasn’t an alcoholic, and that she wasn’t ever going to be.

“I know, I’m sorry. I just… get worried. I like you. I don’t want to see anything bad befall you, dwarf.”

“Don’t be sorry.” Lydia said, then added, “I’m not going anywhere for a while.”

Trent smiled warmly, giving Lydia a friendly pat on the head. “You better not be. I would miss you dearly.” He grumbled playfully, once again slouching down to rest his head on the table with a wide yawn.

“But for real, you need sleep.” It was Lydia’s turn to be concerned.

“Nonsense, Lydia. If I went to sleep now my hair would be even worse later and I need to practice for the campfire as well. Sleeping would be unnecessary, even foolish, at this hour.”