Carmy reaches inside and extracts the blender that looks a lot like something you'd see in a museum or art gallery, the sort of shit that's hypothetical. A what-if blender from the olden times or steampunk stuff. It's kind of surreal, mostly 'cause he can see exactly how it works: the blades, the crank, the lid and jar that holds the whole thing together.
He gives it a couple test rotations. Huh. ]
Yeah. Yeah, this is great. Uh— [ He glances at Percy. ] You wanted the milkshakes, right? You and your friend?
[ Annabeth? He's seen them together in the halls and they look about the same age. She'd popped up asking about milkshakes, too, which he's gonna guess isn't a coincidence. Can't really blame them, you know? You miss the mundane shit when you're stuck in fantasy land, and he thinks about how when he was in Copenhagen, he'd kill for a shitty street taco. ]
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Carmy reaches inside and extracts the blender that looks a lot like something you'd see in a museum or art gallery, the sort of shit that's hypothetical. A what-if blender from the olden times or steampunk stuff. It's kind of surreal, mostly 'cause he can see exactly how it works: the blades, the crank, the lid and jar that holds the whole thing together.
He gives it a couple test rotations. Huh. ]
Yeah. Yeah, this is great. Uh— [ He glances at Percy. ] You wanted the milkshakes, right? You and your friend?
[ Annabeth? He's seen them together in the halls and they look about the same age. She'd popped up asking about milkshakes, too, which he's gonna guess isn't a coincidence. Can't really blame them, you know? You miss the mundane shit when you're stuck in fantasy land, and he thinks about how when he was in Copenhagen, he'd kill for a shitty street taco. ]