Animals can talk? Who knew

                                    

                                          


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Grover shuffles slightly waking me up, lifting my head from his shoulder I rub my eyes and stretch my arms above my head,
"I hate kids. All of 'em, I hate my own kids," now this isn't the conversation I thought I'd be joining but I'm not surprised, it's coming from Ares,
"Um maybe less than other kids but still not fond of them, 'look what I made' 'what are butterflies for' 'my knee hurts'," he groans, Grover looks at me from the corner of his eye,
I try not to laugh "I love my job but that night, when everyone's kids show up for the winter solstice and I have to sit through their 'presentation'," he rambled on,
"That night is the worst night of the year every year, by far," I roll my eyes for the thousandth time "can you quit the hate speech on kids, I think we get your point," he glares at me,
"This one in particular it seems," Grover cuts in "since one of those kids somehow walked off with the master bolt," Ares scoffs at him "says you, who knows who actually took it, plenty of people hate my dad enough to try,"
"Maybe but not many people could pull it off, someone Hades could've recruited for the jobs," Grover tries getting under his skin, "says you," "and someone who could slip away long enough to do it without being missed, bold enough to cross Zeus, stealthy enough to get there hands on the thing-"
"E-enough, not everything is a puzzle that needs to be solved your as bad as my sister," he waved a dismissive hand in the air "was she always like that?" I finally spoke "who?"
Ares looks back up "your sister Athena," "what do you mean?" I huff and continue "always making things more complicated than they need to be so people will think she's smarter than you," 'gods I hated saying that'
It's silent for a moment as he looks back and forth between me and Grover "thank you!" He slams his hands on the table making Grover jump,
I place my hand on Grover's leg to reassure him "I can't be the only one who sees it, right?" "No not at all," Grover replies instantly "it certainly feels that way sometimes, and seriously she's the smart one? Really?" He paused for a second
"If she's so smart, explain the owl! She talks to it, like, all the time," I rest my head on my free hand while he rants "this fat, nasty little feathered rodent. And it's like her best friend,"
He sure does talk a lot "and we're so sure that she's a genius and I, no owl, am not?" 'Maybe because you think with your sword and not your small brain' I internally groan "totally," Grover expresses,
"It's like people only see what they wanna see and ignore anything at all that doesn't fit the story they like to tell themselves," "exactly, like you being the one to find the lightning thief and not her," Ares stops and runs a his tongue along his cheek,
He leans forward before talking "what do you mean by that?" "By what," Grover tries to keep his voice stable "found the thief? We both know your friend didn't steal the bolt,"
"Yeah but Zeus thinks he did, which is kinda all that matters right-" Ares cuts me off "shut up," Grover smirks slightly, for the rest of the time we're there he's silent but every now and again he glances at us,
30 minutes later
The ringing of the bell makes me turn to my right, Annabeth and Percy are stood in the door way Ares shield in her hand,
They both start walking over and Annabeth throws it onto the table, Ares looks from the shield to Percy "where's our ride," he gets straight to the point,