[ as they walk, annabeth peers at the shops they pass, trying to look through the windows to get a sense of the merchandise without being the weirdo pressing her face to the glass. it's a good thing she has a sharp eye. ]

[ she taps a finger to her chin and nods at hilda's suggestion. ]

That's a good idea. Usually when I'm in Luna, I'm more interested in the local wares, so I've never really looked for anything else? I mean, stuff like blood wine would definitely be an oddity to me and I'm not even a werewolf.

[ it's a very odd sentence, and yet somehow, still not strange in the grand scheme of her life. ]