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❝𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬❞
Juliet and Percy stared at the pink poodle, disoriented, they had just woken up from slumber and had met eyes with Grover coddling a poodle.
The poodle yapped at Percy suspiciously. Juliet and Percy blinked as Grover whispered to the poodle. "Are you ... talking to that thing?"
The poodle growled.
"This thing," Grover warned, "is our ticket west. Be nice to him."
"You can talk to animals?"
Grover ignored the question. "Percy, Juli, meet Gladiola. Gladiola, Percy." Percy stared at Annabeth, figuring she'd crack up at this practical joke they were playing on him, but she looked deadly serious. It was Juliet who tried to mask her laugh for a cough.
"I'm not saying hello to a pink poodle," Percy said. "Forget it."
"Percy," Annabeth said. "I said hello to the poodle. You say hello to the poodle."
The poodle growled. Juliet turned away biting her lip. Percy said hello to the poodle.
Grover explained that he'd come across Gladiola in the woods and they'd struck up a conversation. The poodle had run away from a rich local family, who'd posted a $200 reward for his return. Gladiola didn't really want to go back to his family, but he was willing to if it meant helping Grover.
"How does Gladiola know about the reward?" Percy asked.
"He read the signs," Grover said. "Duh."
"Of course," Percy said. "Silly me." Juliet slapped her hand on her mouth to stop her laughter.
"So we turn in Gladiola," Annabeth explained in her best strategy voice, "we get money, and we buy tickets to Los Angeles. Simple."
"I can give you money," Juliet said but Annabeth shook her head, "You need to keep that money, we'll need it in Los Angeles."
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FanfictionIn which Percy Jackson finds himself tied up with the mischievous daughter of Apollo. or In which Juliet Alexander would do anything to make the son of Poseidon smile.