Grover: I can’t believe I messed up again.
Annabeth: At least he’s alive. Look, let’s focus on our bigger problems. If he’s really the lightning thief… *Percy wakes up*
Annabeth: You don’t look tough enough to kill a minotaur.
Annabeth: You drool when you sleep. Wipe your mouth.
Grover: Perce, I’m sure glad you’re alive. I would’ve been in worse trouble.
Percy: Where am I? What is this place?
Grover: The infirmary. You’ve been unconscious for three days.
Percy: Three days?
Annabeth: Here, drink this. It’ll make you feel better.
Percy: My god, this is amazing. What is this stuff?
Annabeth: Nectar. It’s the food of the gods. So are you ready for a fight?
Annabeth: See you on the battlefield… hero.