[ annabeth drops the doll into the bag, then does a double take to squint at it, like she's daring it to move. ]

It could still be magic.

[ sometimes it's easier to just roll with that's happening in front of you and then try to figure it out after, when more of the pieces are there. with the knowledge that there's one in the cupboard, annabeth walks over to it with an almost stubborn air to her step. she stares at the door handle for two long seconds, before yanking it open. ]

[ the doll falls out unexpectedly and she shrieks, jumping back and letting it crash land into the floor. she swears in ancient greek, something about hades's balls, then leans over to swipe the doll with an aggressive clutch. she was in fucking tartarus! she should not be getting spooked by dolls so easily. ]

[ with annoyance, she comes back over and drops the second doll into the bag. ]

Three dolls. You know, that kind of checks out for us. The Greeks love things in threes.

[ she's just running on the assumption that the doll cassian says is across the hall is the last one. ]

You think they're trying to corral us? I do still have that lasso spell. Uno Reverse.